Broken Antler Fen may you find solace in the gentle arms of sleep, despite the wolves outside your door

remembering the apologetic way the older man had shone during their last lesson, teya had meant to gather him for another hunt. yet the sprightliness of young life and its easy distractions delayed her.
she had been idly snapping at a pair of tenacious tadpoles when the call rose harshly. ibis.
upon her feet at once, the little violet sped to the side of the new-made mother, worry rising. considering only the protection of the auspex, teya stalked forward with gimlet hackles toward the tufted pelt nestled in the spring grass.
tambourine.
holding away the unexpected emotion that tightened her throat, teya searched the body for any sign of illness or injury that might have indicated how he had fallen. but she found none, only a sort of serenity in how he lay.
"tambourine wanted to be good fisher," teya mumbled of the man, who had now left this form and gone elsewhere. it was perhaps her first time confronted with such, and youth made her falter. it was a softwet gaze she turned back to ibis, wondering.