Broken Antler Fen wormwood

she did not notice she had been approached until the scent of bridget came to her, followed by the gentle press of the red-masque's body. forced to stop, she skewered the other woman with a harsh look that softened to grief as the seconds passed.
with a sob she came to bridget, stumbling back out of the hole she had dug in her fury. her paws ached. eljay appeared, her name upon her lips. but she could make sense of none of it, and eventually dropped down weakly next to wraen again. 
she stared at the still face, wondering if this was only a nightmare; surely the apple-bloom eyes would open, and then, and then, and then.
but wraen did not wake.
teya swallowed. it was not what the storyteller would have wanted, being fussed over so, the level of chaos that the raven had introduced to her gravesite. she was guilty. humbled. "tired of losing others," the girl said faintly, and then no more. someone else must see to the rest of it. teya had nothing left for another funeral, and did not truly want to see dirt piled over wraen.