Broken Antler Fen Llewellyn

"they are."
and then, spur of the moment, "do you want to race, lele?" she wanted to run until their conversation and its content burned away; to think about nothing save for her legs and breathing.
the raven rose and shook out her fur, looking at her companion with a mischievous expression. she hoped the answer was yes, but even if it was not, the raven would take that run herself.