Broken Antler Fen Cup of coffee on rainy mornings

"yes, please," teya breathed.
fishing occupied her quite well, but she was ready for another to take the lead. 
pushing away from the water, shaking out her ruff, the raven chuffed affably to lele, signaling she would fall into step.
and as they traveled, teya found herself silently appreciating the beauty of the fen.