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wren. to say that she was elated to see the swiftcurrent wolf was a great understatement. and yet silvertongue held a great deal of time for herself, straightening each hair and smoothing it to a silverglow gloss before she went to meet the other. teeth glinting; a purr in her throat; she arched shoulder and hip catlike against that of wren and nipped the strong shoulder. "you wake me so early." and yet her glassblue eyes said it was no trouble, no problema at all.