Naaghai Lowlands [m] triple dog dare

wren's work was more precise than she realized, supported by the desperate and complete love they shared. in the long hours that followed, silvertongue slept, in fitful spurts that trickled to longer swathes, and then the black satin of a medicated slumber. there was no pain, no agony, no regrets, no fears; indeed, the tiniest part of silvertongue which remained conscious felt that she had died, and the relief brought an adrenaline which poured through her flesh and woke her. muzzy, mouth tasting of bitter herbs; alive, alive, and then the anguish set in, and her soft, hoarse cries would bring wren to see staring eyes, her paw hovered and trembling in awe and shock over where her leg had been. gasping in spanish words and garbled common.