Broken Antler Fen stonemoss

the glow of it seemed to pulse softly, drawng teya deeper into its center. she closed her eyes, pretending as though she could feel the pristine lunar glow moving transparently across her skin, across muscles, through limbs, through veins —
another, and close. teya's widewater gaze opened, and head lowered as she searched shyly for the water. it was the tiny woman from the pack meeting, the one who appeared to be spun from silk and moonweb. the girl cleared her throat, waved her tail once, inviting the other to come closer if she wished.