Falls of the Hinterlands I tried to write your name in the rain

yes, she saw the fire of kynareth rise;
and ached to quiet him with herself a last time.
but instead teya felt a tearing between she and the fierce, beloved leader of the saints. perhaps it was better this way; perhaps their fuckery might have affected the alliance between their packs after all.
and she would not have that.
teya was still monumentally anguished that he did not follow a third time; she told herself truly was better this way, and took herself at the long lope until she faded from his vision.
then and only then did teya find herself weak. she  aliantly, defiantly, returned to brecheliant.
but there she dropped down among bee-inhabited flowers, among the butterflies and trilling insects of summer, and wept until the exhaustion of so many things at one time at last put the little raven to sleep.