Redhawk Caldera honeykiss

there was no one here. teya paused to look over the land again. it was a fine place and would be green, springing with life once more.
the raven moved to the border and squatted, marking a new boundary with the fresh scent of the fen.
the wind brought her reyes' scent. but teya would let him be until he approached her, knowing it was the best way to interact with her crimson mate.
mate. unspoken. she raked her paws against the snowy ground, stooping to mark again some ways off.