Lost Creek Hollow espu[m]a

entering his den, silvertongue slid against him in the ways of silken water. she knew he did not wish for her in this way; his touch was comfort all the same. she did not mean a seduction but a seeking in the only man she trusted. "i am all right." her smile was quick. "i have to go away for a while, crowfeather. either — deep into riverclan or somewhere out there. seven days." she closed her eyes against the blackbird beauty of him. "you will be all right for a little bit, si?"