only belatedly did she realize what her storming off had seemed. teya had only wanted to find another place in which she might vent to herself, seclude for as long a time as was necessary. not to go at once to the caldera.
but for a brief, cruel moment she considered telling bridget that as their raven, it was her decision to choose what must be done. but that was too malicious for teya.
bridget was too loved for her to consider it.
perhaps it was some sort of healer's nature to be so slow to wrath.
voice taut, body stiff, tail held out behind her hips: "you not stop me bringing food. we talk when i am not this way."
for she was the issue, teya understood, though there were more dire assumptions behind her revelation. 
and they would not talk before she went to the caldera and, unsullied by rationale or sluggish reactions, she would demand to know what sort of chaos was sown among their allies. maybe towhee's sense of loyalty to brecheliant only went so far as wraen.
the girl began to move away again, carefully.
she would find out.