Swiftcurrent Creek and you thought one day you'd be happy

akavir and arric had given lestan a higher rank than he thought he might receive! and so for a time he did not go to see reverie. he kept himself busy with marking and stropping, with shaving bark from trees, with hunting small game and digging new caches.
and still the dancing-girl did not leave his mind, not even when a tendril of scent hooked lestan by both nostrils and his male body, and he veered at once blindly in that direction.
one of their new ones, a dark woman; the perfume was hers lestan felt quite helpless but kept sense enough not to crowd her, only clearing his throat and halting some feet away. "settling in?"
the words came out strangled.