Redhawk Caldera a scratch, a lump; it is nothing at all

teya was preparing for another excursion of her own. years of grief and terror had muted her response to ponyboy's disappearance. she knew that she should appear more panicked than she was, but it was not from lack of care — teya's helplessness around motherhood had become so ingrained that she was desperately pleased not to be having more.
when killdeer found her, she was pulling birds from a cache for a meal and looked up, nodding toward bronco's son. 
and while she truly wasn't supposed to think such things, teya for a moment responded to the masculine handsomeness, not lingering to explore it but continuing along their path. "i teach you. what kind of fish you want?" she asked killdeer, clearing her throat and setting her eyes to hard-packed snow. "important for where we choose to fish."