Broken Antler Fen blackberry

for a long, horrible, lovely moment, teya thought that ibis had suddenly returned.
the dove-cream and ash-grey pelt fell around her, but the scent was much younger, less familiar. or less evocative. "lilitu!" the raven exclaimed in turn, brushing the soft face with her muzzle. "you grow up so much!"
a grin was upon her grey-pumpkin face. "i am happy you are here," and every word sounded with the resolution and intensity that teya had felt upon losing ibis.