Ankyra Sound we live through scars this time

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The rain came and went unremarked––one could only muse why she wilted in all the sunshine.

Lusca breathed in the earth, snout on a reconnaissance mission to find something contained within one of the many decaying logs furnishing the Monolith Forest. Mist unrolled like fabric across the base of rainslicked sequoias and a wet silence sapped the senses. 

She stepped up, as though the bole was a rostrum; her claws dismantling insecure shingles of bark as she leaned into her weight to peer into a hallow. Something about this one's structure caused her to lose interest and her subconscious ticked away the minutes lost, frustration filling her cheeks as she huffed and leapt over the log––onto the next.