Redhawk Caldera rosebowl

they'd both been lost. teya was surprised to find this, then maybe envious of bronco for a moment, that he could recover so quickly while she was still reeling. he wore a smile now; it moved the scars along his face easily, like they were a filter he could pull off. 
bronco lived in his skin. he was comfortable in it, or at least appeared to be. teya smiled where she should and arched a brow with a laugh: "oh! that very unfair!" but her eyes were drawn back to the jagged ravel of the old wound.
teya wanted to touch it, and thought wildly how he would react if she did.
she wouldn't dare, however. "not have any scars, sadly. not so cool." her eyes danced; then shyly she glanced along their path. "ah, would you like to help plan hunt?" the raven asked after a beat, committing to the idea as the moments went on.