Whitebark Stream e[m]barazada

silvertongue told herself all through the pain and cramping and at last, the reddened loss, that this was the only way. she could not turn crowfeather's head toward her, not at this moment. and she was not made to be a mother. the man's gentle, knowing touch brought tears at the relief. the star was not certain how much time had passed before she was able at last to sit upright, sodden, weak. "southeast is where you will find me. i want to pay you for what you have done." her voice invited no disagreement. "whenever you arrive, call for me. i will know your voice." silvertongue hesitated then, unsure if she was ready to be alone.