Broken Antler Fen Llewellyn

teya considered the comment about the aesthetic of death. but there was no answer. and so she did not attempt to give one.
lele was speaking about her sister. teya listened. it was not a memory to which she could relate, for she could recall no siblings. only an aunt and an uncle, awful as two individuals could possibly be.
teya neatly ground the end of that thought underneath a mental forepaw and kept her attention on the other brecheliant wolf. "do you feel alone here, lele?" the little violet asked quietly, coolwater eyes seeking to meet with an intimacy that could not be shared by a raven and a family member. 
only two souls, each alone in her own part of remembering.