Hushed Willows daisy chain blues

sundance had seemed defensive of her as well, teya noted, hearing the tone in the back of bridget's throat, the way her lavender eyes skimmed her for any injury. and beneath both their gazes she felt warm, something like shyness fluting her into a stilted, surprised laugh.
"no," and she shook her head, softmade ears splaying shyly. "lumiya help." their mysterious ruler and her ethereal beauty, which somehow had become more earthen in bridget. more tangible.
suddenly balking at the intense attention of her companion, the little she-wolf turned her eyes back to the sky, sighing toward the stars.