Raven's Watch but love is blind, and lovers cannot see

Octavia had pissed off the old woman, and now she needed to clear her mind. The details of their talk would surely sink in later, but this queen was about to have to deal with some other things first.
Namely, the scent that drifted on the wind, the one of her deepest haunts: her dearest lover and the only real connection she'd ever had. Despite her gaunt, bony, and tired old body, Nova Rose galloped forward and searched for the inky pelt she knew she'd find.
       "Ash! Asher!"
Her ghostly eyes searched and the creamy female, panting already, finally caught sight of her in the distance. She froze, eyes wide and shining with disbelief. As far as she knew, Asher hated her: she'd watch her turn her back and leave, but under curcumstances she couldn't leave the grasp of the man she was with. Never had she done it out of spite, or to hurt her beloved, it was how she had all her children. The hormones, the urges, never had Nova been able to resist them. It was the only real time she ever had contact with anyone, other with Asher herself. 
Never had it been an issue, not till that day, but Nova had been heartbroken when the ebony female never came home. She looked for weeks, months, before finally giving up when her line went cold. 
Nova took a shaky, hesitant step forward.
                          "M-My love?"