Blackfeather Woods flashed junk mind

He finds in her eye a lead to the answer he requests. A bone, carved with symbols, painted with blood, covered in color, taken already by the nature that grows through and over the rock, and the energy it oozed brings him closer. He hovers his nose closer over the hipbone, testing the electric feeling it brings down his spine and he understands. He wouldn't be able to describe it as such, but somehow he knows that the piece is some kind of anchor to this plane, and a gateway to the other.

Keelut seeks the witch's approval with a blue glance, and seeing her encouragement to take one step further the kid places a paw gently on top of the hipbone, and the reaction is immediate. He feels the magic pass through it and into him, it's a faint sensation, but one that his senses cannot ignore. And suddenly she materializes out of the mist, more corporeal that she'd ever been, closer even that he'd ever felt his very own mother to be. "Anna!" he barks, she barks back, coming closer to him to plant a gentle kiss over his eyes, which Keelut closes as he smiles, and then she's gone as quickly as she'd come.

"Where did she go?" asks the child as he realizes she's no longer around when he opens his eyes again and looks around desperately, releasing the anchor from his hold.