Blackfeather Woods my life and all seemed turned to clay

set for tomorrow morning, wolfskull cave

was she mad?
am i mad?
it was the reverberation within her skull — she pawed through years of yellowed old bones, setting aside the ones she wanted for an effigy.
for him
sithis watched in eagerness, mephala with distaste. 
it is not a good thing you are going to do.
femur, tibia, metacarpal. all belonging to wolves who had mouldered to ruin in this cave.
tailtip, scapula; the bone pile grew alongside her, and still she dug.
what will you do if it does not work?
it will! relmyna snapped, desperate; seafoam eyes wild, she straightened to tilt back her crown and summon @Astara. 
bring me the skull.