Redhawk Caldera Beaver Moon

"i know, i know," teya murmured, and hoped that her bevy of kisses to his face and throat would be reassuring. "she going through a lot. and yes, i think she — staying away, too." bronco was now stressed over this, and teya wished she had said nothing.
and yet it was very important to say these things. "yes. look for her. it —" and she struggled a moment. "i can only say so much. she need to hear it from you." 
they felt so aligned in this moment; it was not something she had experienced often with reyes. if ever. and teya was annoyed at herself now, for thinking to compare them so often. yet she could not help it, for already bronco had done so much for her in ways that the red wolf had never addressed.
her eyes stung.
"you worth it. i think when she sees how you love me, she — understand." her throat ached; she pushed herself into his arms and held herself there, beneath the beautiful glinting of the great moon.
how had she come to this love?
how had she come to deserve it?
teya told herself, fiercely, that she would no longer question it.