Broken Antler Fen Scarlet

teya did not think of wraen as old, not truly. older than she, perhaps. and though she was raven upon a council, it was to the woman she looked now. "i okay," she answered shyly, the tone in wraen's voice confusing her, as it was positioned against her lower posture. teya chose to lay down, folding forepaws catlike beneath her chest.
"you need, uhum, ibis?" she inquired, content to reside her with the other wolf but feeling as though she might need to do something else to ensure it was not only fatigue plaguing the apple-eyed woman.