Broken Antler Fen Scarlet

"it is —"
what was the sound?
"— it is foolish sound i make when thinking of correct word." a life of disordered hearing and her own tangled jawline. teya could speak when the mind was calm, but calm it rarely was, and the price paid for a swift head was the tripping of her tongue.
borva had spoken a different language to her. teya refused to speak that one.
she watched wraen, considering the other's age in comparison to her own. the way she had lain down in the path. she crossed her paws. there was no ache in her yet save for the brief and irregular throb of her mended bone. the girl suspected that when the sun returned the pain would fade, but it had not demanded anything of her beyond the weeks of lying still. 
wraen's eyes were enlivened as green things, to teya's gaze. "soon spring comes. i think this place will be very beautiful." 
and filled with game, she hoped, thinking of the ice-fishing she had done with lilitu and wishing to return to the warmer water for more.