Serpent Lake enjarocharse

he sat and almost at his feet she threw herself also, gazing up at him in some rapturousness of things she did not understand. he was akavir, and she turned the name over and over in her mind, but no memory rose. she comprehended that he withheld, however; he gave her these titles of pack and land and crowfeather, but did he did not say why he seemed crushed beneath emotion yet again to look upon her. "no. no — tell me. tell me all of it, akavir." her throat was tight with sorrow. "i knew three things when i got here. akashingo. juarez. crowfeather. but," eyes welling again as she stared at him in pleading, "i do not remember who he was, just that i — i loved him." and what a prison her heart had become.