Broken Antler Fen Scarlet

teya stared open-mouthed toward the mountain several times. thankfully there was no one to see her. bridger had gone along with ibis and lilitu; when she had shaken a little of her star-struck obsessions away, the raven put a band around brecheliant, adding her own scent and stropping bark from trees.
what would they make of one another, she wondered.
it was with delight she found wraen's dutiful trail and took it up; it was with delight fading into worry that she found her fellow blackbird curled oddly in the middle of a path. "wraen?" teya's voice sounded; she approached, filled with consternation. "you are all right?" for it did not seem that way, but perhaps the leader was only resting.