Broken Antler Fen gloria

it was not a man who found teya, it was bubbly beautiful maia. but the raven had not forgotten the ridiculous show upon the borders, how naively this one had guided the strange beast inside.
"yes. your face i know, maia. you are one who let dog into this place."
a testy switch of her plume; she was riddled with annoyance and longing for the wordless nameless thing she had tasted once beside a lake, and another beneath moonlight.
she moved closer, hips curved. 
a mean coquettishness in her mouth. "your smell is not only yours." jealous that the other raven might frisk beyond the borders but teya must be bound here for several days.
desire looming. the sister of wraen, whom she respected. would it demean that respect to sway maia to a better side?