Moonstone Quarry The parent forced to eat its young before it grows

@Jamukha

the quarry sang with silence.

its stone faces bore the marks of past lives—long-chiseled scars where water once ran, old bones of a riverbed now gone dry. solharr stood at its rim, broad-shouldered and still, watching as the wind carved soft whorls of dust along the canyon floor. here, forneskja had rooted. stone beneath paw. sky wide and open above.

his single eye followed the ridgelines.

he had not ignored y’var’la’s report. a man waits. those were her words, spoken in the low hush of respect, though she hadn’t lingered on the name. only that he sought audience, not conflict.

so the chieftain had come.