Broken Antler Fen I'd hate to see you waiting

she choked back the incandescence long enough to blurt out "stop." ears cupped forward. she did not want to hear her cardinal's gentle nature. 
"it is redhawk. i smell towhee," she sneered. "she come to brecheliant after wraen die, screaming, throwing mud, kicking. hurt own self. all this after ibis —" 
oh, the hard little face closed after the utterance, and she felt that anguish become tinder for her growing wrath —
"— tell her that wraen is gone. run away. i not see that one again. why you with her?" she inquired, as softly as she was able given her current state.
tambourine. wraen. ibis. now bridget stood in front of her, wounded.
"redhawk not a fucking ally to brecheliant."