Lost Creek Hollow espu[m]a

silvertongue heard the desperation in his voice, felt the tensing of his arm around her, their bodies pressed together in the half-darkness lit by the starclan he had built the hollow to know. "do you feel that?" she breathed of the silent lightning in the air motes around them. "i have to go or i will be ah, crowfeather," she murmured against his coat. "or i will get — with child." she chuckled gently, but the sound eased into something else. "i saw how the queen changed." she never spoke of akashingo. she did not know why it came to her now, paws wending into his soft fur.