The Sunspire [m] carved teeth

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akavir's call stilled muskrat, and she glanced back along her own sharp shoulder in incredulity. he had not left after all, he had remained. lurking. now he called for his brother, somewhere below the perch of her feet.

muskrat paced. her body cried for the virility of those creek men; her mind was dismayed. annoyed. half-amused, when only a handful of days ago another shadow wolf had come to seek her in this stone camp.

she pulled to her mind the tone of akavir's voice the last time they had spoken. how he had followed her here despite that. was he so interested in seeding her that he had forgotten?

her flesh ached. muskrat's muzzle curled and she turned to contemplate a higher path.