Broken Antler Fen spinefire

she caught the tail-end of constellations flickering to their sleep as the light grew. she had counted them many a time; she knew their names.
a silver boy took her attention from the stars. teya looked at him with a vague wondering, for she had seen him but not yet known his name. and yet she had the rank of raven. anxiously she blinked, fixing him with something more approachable. "i okay," came her voice, smoky from a sleepless night.
"i teya. and you?" introductions first; they wearied the wolf to no end, but were necessary for the foundation of a successful working relationship.