teya knew that her water-honed teeth would tear across the bitch's face before she could rally her insipid troops to maim the raven. the other's tone had sent her orange nape to bristling like autumn sedges; she had not trespassed, and felt fully justified in displaying her own anger.
to come and investigate, rather than simply sell them to the saints: it had been a gigantic gesture on teya's part and now this one would double upon the wrong that had been done.
and reyes said nothing.
for one reason or another, irrational and formless, this frustrated teya further. she did not expect him to speak on her behalf, only at all. but the scarlet man remained silent.
a voice cut in, and teya's sharpstream stare sliced from fennec to the stranger, softening only when she noted the other's harsh limp. an older woman, and her first sentence visibly disarmed the hotheaded young raven.
she listened, nodding tersely at the explanation. "bridget fine. would not have followed towhee into redhawk if not important. would not harm redhawk wolf. we allies. you not know us, still."
perhaps that was partly their fault, but teya would be damned before admitting us now.
"we know towhee suffer after wraen die. we lose her too," and then suddenly, embarassingly, hot and irritated tears were standing in her own eyes. "perhaps i not know what alliance means. perhaps i surprise to see bridget with blood when she come home."
the ire returned, scorching any moisture from her hardening stare. "towhee is sick. i only see her one time before. not good," she said, having spoken all of this to ruenna and not a word toward fennec. "she run away from us. she get hurt. bridget take care of her, many days. not return to brecheliant. then when she come back, bitten. is not good look."