Black Morass glowbell [m]

teya grinned. "next time?" did he want her back, then? the shy girl who had come to the teekon and found the court in a storm was gone now, no longer recognized by the raven. in her place had grown the heady scarlet flowers of demand and exploration, to conquer. she herself, unbent.
a polite nod then, to his generosity. despite their banter, the violet remained aware of her transgression against his packlands. and so she had leant into his company instead, and now shot him a lingering stare as his massive figure swept by her. kynareth held the scent of deep places, of the strath they had both journeyed through, of men, of women. of children.
ah, so he was a father then, teya suspected silently, more incredulous that this assumption did nothing to dampen her interest. a particular bleakness in this.
the abbeyman, glinting her way. he knew what she meant to offer, and teya watched him as the low throb of his voice sounded between them.
"you not leave here hungry."
flick of cardinal-grey ears, and then the woman was wading after him, hipdeep in the trailing kynareth had left. beneath her paws she felt the squelch of mud, but also the round head of a frog, which surged powerfully under her step and swam away. 
teya kept her attention trained to the morass but also to her companion, only some inches from her now.