Shadewood the night of long fangs

the rock. she nodded in acknowledgement of his words. sandpiper had not forgotten the challenge that awaited the completion of their trying journey. she imagined it as some distant spire, cloaked by black shadow and breached by high seas and white plumes of mist. however far it was, she would see to it that its' ancient trial did not remain unchallenged.




her brother resumed his pace and she set behind him, stepping wide around each patch of crumpled snow with distaste on her features. she remained quiet save for the crunch of snow between her paws, savoring the distant scent of brine that grew ever more strong.