Whitefish River but baby when youre done you gotta be the first to run

at the quartz cavern, set after this

from the glacier her treacherous paws wind southward, as if drifting by the spot kinkajuú last was will summon her back - as if she will reappear full-sprung from wb's thoughts. but she's not really thinking about it too hard, not now, instead thinking of once more her promise to visit the ashen boy's home in the feather-blood forest. before she'd hesitated -- worried of wolf-pack politics -- but now that her loyalty is summarily afforded to the black-babe tytonidae she thinks it's worth a return. this time she'll slip around the side away from - well, it need not be said a million times more.

not far from the glacier she's managed to trek when she's distracted by something shimmering beckoning; the cavern had caught her eye of course but the sparkling depths warrant a closer look. it reminds her of the moonstone quarry - the starlet loves glittering things, after all - and so she pauses in her journey, lithe form drawn in to the shimmer-flecked cavern.