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the great man arric offered much to silvertongue. she eyed him with a wink and then turned her white grin on akavir. he bartered back, and while she appreciated the ethics of his offer, silvertongue was no simpering girl. "we will come to your hunts," she declared. "perhaps instead we each share our own kills in times of great snow and ice." winter had only just begun. "i enjoy it, akavir, and it is no burden," she said bluntly, her desire for him a flame in her clear eyes. "but i accept your terms. will you come to riverclan in a week, for a meeting with crowfeather and the others?" she again glanced between the men. occasional! she had been polished for this, and they would know it once they tasted her true offering. "i will still come three times every seven days, señores. you choose if we spar or tangle in those hours." silvertongue smiled. she felt the deal had been struck, though she left room for daunting dark akavir to counter her once again.