Heron Lake Plateau i can see a heart-sized hole inside this bottle, where i'm pondering a midnight swim

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a few meters from the lip of the den where @Raleska and @Svalinn slept, a silent visitor had come in the night. caiaphas nosed the troubling scent with a scowl - the musky scent and broad imprints left in damp soil were unmistakably that of a male bobcat. the pawprints were not three hours old -- and likely, the cat had come hunting and turned away at the scent of adults around the den.

either way, caiaphas did not appreciate the discovery and she started to follow the meandering trail with a hateful look about her.