Porcupine Ridge Or else you'll never know

beneath the salt wretch's feet a spidery pattern of murk-green lichen had grown, and for a moment the siren was sharply reminded of lasher. when devin spoke up caiaphas relished the distraction, temporarily shelving the druid in the back of her mind. with quick steps the sylph fell behind devin, her head tilted and gaze strained as she followed the wolf's gaze. it did seem at some point wolves had resided here -- and with gusto the she-wolf dove into the hollow and started digging for any remnants of a long-forgotten cache.