Broken Antler Fen redmist

whenever! <3

she was still vibrantly curious about the crimson man who bore such melancholy.
a morning of hunting in the fen had muddied teya, and she felt refreshed after long days of internal struggle. in her jaws now, half a small trout, the other consumed for breakfast.
she sought @Reyes out, toes shifting beneath the hardening muck along her willowy legs. it was the way of brecheliant, however, and it had never deterred the fishingwolf.