The Sunspire [m] sun born

possessiveness? she listened for it, tonguetip caught between her teeth as mischief scampered across her face. pushing her hips against those of her taller companion, muskrat faced up into the fierce face made soft by their loving.

"live in creek." why don't you leave? 

"for now." her citrus eyes grew resolute. "but no one waiting for me." 

she said it with a pang, but this was the way of things. no attachments in the creekwater camp meant freedom for muskrat, a freedom which lived in her eyes and the set of her jaw; she was a feral creature, an animal wife who wished only to belong to herself.