Broken Antler Fen stonemoss

teya had not expected the breath of the other suddenly warming her nape, warm breath pooling between the hairs, down against her skin. a shiver chased the movement, as much from the sudden shift from cold to near heat as for the nearness of the woman.
she was more beautiful even closer to teya; where valmua had been foxfire and steelcut appeal, where bridget seemed to fill her always with summertime and the comforting slow lick of amberglow, this one was silken enchantment and soft curvatures.
breath hitched in her throat; she marvelled how very changed it was from her meeting with the man between the lakemists. teya lifted her own muzzle, lifting toward the roundness of the nearest satin ear, wondering how else they might shift beneath the knowing gleam of the moon.