Redhawk Caldera The View from Halfway Down

teya would have eased closer then, seeking to smooth the tangles from the fur below bronco's ear. but he spoke, and his voice was hushed beneath the lick of the water. she blinked, thinking she had misheard him; her brow furrowed.
"court?" it was a strange word, old-fashioned in a way. she vaguely knew its definition but not what it had to do with them, with them now in this moment.
he did not pursue her with touch, and she stood still in a surprise that threatened it might rapidly turn to chagrin. 
teya met his eyes again, asking silently that he elaborate.