Broken Antler Fen Dead girl!

with all that had gone on, teya had not forgotten kynareth. she wished now to go to him, as a stranger called for wraen at their borders. not a stranger, simply not a wolf that teya personally knew.
she did not want to be the one to attend the summons, but the minutes wore on. maia could not go, entombed with growing pups. and eljay would be with her. the delivery of the news, then, fell to teya.
and so finally she drifted to the boundary-line on stiff, damp, red-ash legs, pose slackening only in grief as she said "wraen is dead. it sudden. several days ago," nine to be exact, but how could she tell this woman that she had counted the span of time and said nothing?
clipped, direct, unemotional; but her eyes were soft with her own hurt as she peered toward the she-wolf.