Black Morass glowbell [m]

he did not draw forward. slowly teya smoothed and straightened. her widewater eyes dashed across the markings that covered him; he was unlike any wolf she had ever before seen. swiftly, the raven was reminded of the dog that maia had let into the fen, and now something darker and prejudiced woke in her.
but this man was far more horrifying, far more wolfish and worthy of respect than that one had been. hadn't she gone, after all? "yes," the violet answered. the scentings of the place rushed her, centralizing themselves solely around the creature that had glided to meet the fisherwoman.
"you have name also?" teya inquired dryly, imitating the arch of his brow as closely as she was able. something incorrigible and insensate inside her.
she had done wrong, somehow, pulsed the warning light within her mind. too late to remedy it now; she was at his mercy, but it was not his mercy the small raven sought. it was his respect.