Otter Creek untroubling and untroubled where i lie

@Iliksis <3

dismal now her tread. she had left her children behind; she had come to among their bodies in convulsions. and if she had woken them, relmyna did not know, for a growl had been passed back along her thin-boned shoulder; stay here. do not follow. even astara would heed her, she hoped.
and so out along the flat glitter of flowing stream did the patchwork thing travel, 'neath moon half curved in black velvet, swathed in bracelets of starlight. the current eddied, forked; a stand of moonlit alder trees, and there the scent of ripened currents, the sound of nightbirds cooing sleepily to one another in the darkened boughs.
she too was compelled by the crescent orb; priestess; madwoman; mother; crone — none and all of these was she. with relmyna had come the rock of tongues; presently she lay it gently between her small forepaws and caressed the great mistress of the sky with a yearning gaze.