The Sunspire [m] teal arrow

he came for her, blooded and wraithlike; he swept his arms around her and muskrat at last was still.

but the sound overhead was not the instinctual eagerness of one who has all he wants; the creek wolf began an attempt to slip free of his clutching grasp, warning him with not-quite anger, bordering curiosity now. "you ask what i am doing, hm? this," and she was still again, not submitting but not offering a conflict. her voice questioned, and muskrat clung to that curiosity lest she fall back into her earlier choice.