Blackfeather Woods does the lighthouse shine to seek, or to be found?

Ocracoke feels particularly bloated early that morning. After a while, she has been unable to curl up into a ball and fit into the space she likes to sleep and resorts to sprawling out in the best place she can that keeps her covered. She spends most of her days at this point resisting the urge to nest because she knows it won’t matter and occasionally spends time simply letting it happen, digging into a spot in the earth but she’s too tired that’s barely a crater in the soil.
 
Slowly, she sits up, and immediately begins panting. The day isn’t particularly warm yet and a breeze moves through the trees but a certain restlessness settles into her bones she can’t shake. With a tremble, she begins to stand and stretch out her legs and then moving around the glen until she finds the indent in the dirt so she can dig away the anxiety sitting deep in her chest.