Hushed Willows Believe in him and believe in me

it was with wide eyes that teya had watched sundance descend. it seemed to be a rite not involving those like herself, and so she had kept her distance, flitting to and fro on some errand or another beneath the rain. 
but now she crept toward the sound of his breathing and another's voice. a woman she did not know, and her presence at once caused teya to feel small, feel shy. but she steeled herself, watching the glittering droplets of water arc through the air toward the sleeping sundance.
"he will wake?" the soul asked anxiously, quietly, clearwater eyes shifting from his serene face to the she-wolf who vied for his attention.