Broken Antler Fen Nothing compares to when the smoke settles and you're the last [m]an standing.

she ran.
he pursued;
and teya felt the exquisite nearness of danger as she floated through the fenways, across the log-bridge and into the misted field, heading for the sweep of sagebrush.
she felt surely that if only he could be recaptured from towhee, the man might be happy again.
teya, gleaming with her own selfishness, knowing now that only in reyes could she find the end of kynareth —
she did not yet know if she would allow herself to be caught.