Broken Antler Fen gloria

yes. she enjoyed intimidating maia.
a swish of her tail behind her; whether or not teya realized this, she tested her fellow raven. it was only out of fondness for wraen that she dropped away, took a more affable cant to her body.
"the one who is not wolf. but you did the speaking. i did not. has she been of use?" or had maia been corrupting herself all the while with the man whose scent clung to her pelt?
jealousy spreading greencracked and heady through her veins.