Broken Antler Fen the nature of life is not permanence, but flux

teya existed in bliss.
it was not the type of bliss that she wanted to share with everyone, or even speak of its existence. gone was the hold that the brindled man had held over her. when she was with reyes, the starlight above seemed to envelop them in a glow.
teya did not think it was love. the sensation was masterful, formless. but she did wonder what the red wolf thought of her.
ruenna was calling.
"shit," the raven swore laughingly, tumbling out of their love-nest and into the stream nearby. she was not yet ready to announce their liaisonn to the redhawks; perhaps never, for teya was not so foolish as to invite another tension.
the raven was still damp when she came upon the child and the regent. the former looked greatly like her lover, which clenched the girl's belly.
"hello, ruenna," she said sweetly. "germanicus and crowfeather come to brecheliant. they hunt with me. thank you," she added, thinking now of the redhawks and how important it was to maintain their alliance.