Ankyra Sound homing signal among stars

halfway through her approach the scarlet woman turned, and unwilling to press further, caiaphas altered her course for the thick copse. in retrospect the salt-wretch was not in the most affable of moods, and stormily she dragged her heels through the dark thicket, her nose low to the ground.

she would spend her time rousing the snow for any sign of lichen or moss -- her small den in the grotto was mostly bare, and she spent the rest of the afternoon ferrying frozen clumps of moss into the grotto's depths.