Broken Antler Fen redmist

they went on, reyes locked into his own mind, teya warming to the hunt. she stopped to show him the small tracks, the print of slender toes with long slim claws, the webbing between the mark of the digits. otter; the musk that hung around the trail.
the young raven threw herself entire into the hunting, keeping a sharp wall of ferality between herself and conscious thought. only when she paused again, indicating where the otter-path joined many others; only when she stopped once and looked upon into his austere crimson expression; a handsome monk;
did teya falter, slanting reyes a look that bid him only say one thing more.
"they go into water," she covered, flicking her tail into the warm air. "fishing." slim muzzle lifted, indicating the flooded forest beyond. "tangled in there. but easier to grab them."
prowling forward before she could catch his eye and betray herself again.