The Heartwood blackwound

sayf knew in what way to touch her. "we ... play together," she told reno. it was amusing to her to take the name of mel, to be anonymous. it emboldened the little violet. here she was not teya. here she was not a raven. she was only wrapped in a sudden determined and desperate want.
"maybe you let us wash you, reno," teya murmured. she licked sayf's jaw and then turned into the wolf. he was tall and even beneath the rain he smelled of places she had not been.
slowly she lifted her muzzle to his beneath the droplets.