Swiftcurrent Creek nuevo

silvertongue hummed beneath her breath and thought of akashingo, far behind her now. she considered also the druids of blackwater. and her answer was honest: "i have no experience with fighting." she padded lithely at his side. "i will need to be molded." a light flirtation, for out of all the creek men, she felt akavir was the least likely to accept her offering. when the time of heat passed, when she remained slender and untouched by pregnancy or motherhood, she would once more be desired. she need only wait.