Broken Antler Fen tinsel

there were no men here and for that she was grateful. what was left behind she followed; idle spoor, the tracks of a finch, the leaping form of a rabbit. what she wanted she would not go out and have; she told herself she would return to bridget.
dwin's appearance was a welcome one; unknowing of the feelings which brewed inside the young wolf, teya approached with a wave of her tail.
"you hunting?" she asked, casting an eye over the frozen drifts and wondering if it was worth it, moreso now that dwin was with her. teya ignored the feverish feel of her skin.