Arrow Lake [m] cool about it

to seek out a man for something only to give, not for the man's sake himself, was a new path for silvertongue. immediately she would have chosen akavir or arric or crowfeather over this. but she did not know how to approach the mayfair, and did not want to seek out his brawny counterpart for fear she would run into the golden-eyed wolf again. and crowfeather — but she had shelved the anguish for this excursion with wren. by now the flames beneath her skin were tangibly hot. her gait had to be adjusted for the missing leg, and when wren spoke, she took the moment to rest, pulling a face at her wife's mention of sexy bachelors. "so long as he does not follow us home, i will be pleased," silvertongue smirked, though for a moment she pondered that perhaps they should choose an attractive man.