Broken Antler Fen wormwood

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wraen's death was the breaking point for teya. 
just a day ago @Ibis had said she meant to 'figure out' akavir, whom she also referred to as husband. the girl had sat with that for long hours, trying to force herself to understand that whatever had begun between she and the woman she desperately wanted to love her back — that it was now over, and she could not ask for more, nor could she force herself to be more.
for now, ibis had chosen akavir.
and teya would not wait.
she had been moving toward @Bridget's den, meaning to tell the red-masque she was ready to leave brecheliant for a time. it had been a long while since they had last traveled, and in the throes of her grief over ibis and her choice, she wanted to be well shut of the fen for a few days. perhaps the experience of sea and the simple physical companionship of the cardinal would do well for them both.
elated, then, her step. after that, she would seek out @Eljay, to tell him they would be departing for a short while. teya knew he would inform maia, but did not intend to be waylaid for anything. hurt vied with relief in her heart, and she hurried along the familiar fenways.
surprised to find wraen's scent here, fading, teya followed it along. the older woman had become rather reticent as of late, and the girl in her ignorance only assumed it was because arcturus too had grown scarce. that and the babies. maybe she did not wish to be around them, hardly a reason to blame the pleasant wolf.
there was a small hill ahead, a higher point in brecheliant. the girl trotted along the soft grasses, noticing that wraen lay affably among them, asleep. "wraen —" and then nothing, tongue gone mute as she stared down at the vacant body. in her mind's eye, she saw tambourine again, but this time it was wraen, it all was wraen — she stumbled backward, legs tangling together, and went down into a heap.
her mouth worked, but there was no sound, until distantly teya registered screaming and finally realized it was her own. 
"oh, wraen," a hiccup from a hoarse throat. she crept closer to cry brokenly against the left-behind husk of the woman; there was no aspect of who she had loved remaining there. 
and then the bleak rage descended. teya began to tear at the grass nearby, digging furiously down and down and down — she would not allow the storyteller to be taken elsewhere, she would bury the wolf in the last place she had chosen, clods thrown in all directions and tears streaming along her progressively more dirty face — two claws cracked and bled but still she did not stop.