Big Salmon Lake i had to burn everything that i was just to come back like a phoenix

bridget the mediator, bridget the saint; she trimmed the gap between them all and began to speak to caracal in a tone that teya could hear, though she could not make out the words. 
was he freezing? he wasn't talking; he was staring toward her and through her in a way that speared trepidation through teya. her ears splayed and she whined a quiet note that couldn't carry.
had reyes already fucked up reconcillation for them here too? he wasn't even here — teya shoved down the dangerous spike of resentment. sorana didn't need that. it was all about her. that's why the little violet was here at all.
she approached a hesitant step and no more. "caracal," she called weakly.