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women, a thousand women, a dozen of them a day; silvertongue did not think it was unheard of for so many to find their way into the creek, where two strong men reigned. but she saw the tiredness of akavir's handsome face; she saw the set of his lips and how his eyes did not alight. and she came to him, swiftly, with quick hot flickers of her tongue and her small lithe figure seeking the hardness of his own, as if to convey that there was satisfaction to be had between them, familiar and distracting, and with no urgency of heat or potential for pregnancy. but it was something the sharpfang so needed, to feel beautiful, wanted; to feel as though she had more to offer than a halfway motherhood and a lover who would never see her heart the way she craved his.