Serpent Lake enjarocharse

Her eyes beseeched him—the slant of her features causing him to continue to glance upward—outward. Anywhere, truly, but at her, for he did not know if he could handle this.

“I don’t know Juarez. But you did love Crowfeather.” And he never deserved you. “I don’t know what happened to him… But you had two children with him.”

A wane smile—and finally, he blinked, looking down to her—searching the azure depths that gazed imploringly to him. Steeling himself—the man slowly lay down across from her—a paw tentatively seeking her own—smoothing across her knuckles.

And so he would tell her. Everything he knew—everything he could. Of how they had first met, when she had strolled up to their borders looking to see just who had come to ferociously claim the creek. That he and Arric had agreed to train her to fight—and how that had become a more intimate relationship with both.

That their alliances grew among three valley packs—Kvarsheim, Riverclan and Swiftcurrent Creek. He touched upon Jakoul, and how she had left him to raise three pups alone and how she and Ash Paw had helped nurse them in the creek’s time of need, for Silvertongue had bore two pups as well that Crowfeather had sired. That she had insisted they be raised as Ash Paw’s pups.

He admitted his love for her—that he had not been able to keep it casual, despite the insistence it be so. But that her love for Crowfeather was apparent—and also that his friend and pack mate, Wren, had admitted more than once her own love for the blue-eyed clan wolf.

He reminded her she had told him of Akashingo—to be weary of it. That she had escaped its clutches and warned him of his daughter’s dealings within the kingdom. He spoke of Germanicus—the man that had traded her to the palace—and had admitted to doing so without her consent or knowledge to both he and Wren.

Akavir revealed he had tried to take a mate within his ranks—breaking the physical connection between the two, even though at the time, he had not admitted to her nor himself he had only wanted her. It was then that Silvertongue had drifted from him—and that he and Wren had almost found her dying in the lowlands, where she had given him the scar across his eye. How she had made him leave her for dead—calling upon a pack of strangers to make him leave.

He quietly admitted it was his biggest regret.

When he had assumed she had left for good, or worse, there was an attack by a wolf from Kvarsheim on one of the creek’s own, which had lead to the crumbling of the valley alliances, and had Wren leaving their ranks to follow after Silver, who she had found, and taken her back limb after a fight had occurred with Germanicus and his children.

He tried to remind her that she had fallen in love—that Crowfeather had all but abandoned her, but  Silvertongue had moved on with Wren. That together, the two of them left Riverclan and the valley and claimed a river, where they had both become pregnant to raise children.

He spoke of how he had begged her to stay with him—but she had insisted he let her go.

His throat was dry as he finished. Pulling his paw from hers, he stood, shaky yet trying to ignore it as he quenched his thirst. Of everything he told her, he could only hope something flickered a memory within her--that she could see just how much of a life she had lived outside of these damning walls, even if it had still been laced with hardships.