Porcupine Ridge they call holidays an option for a reason,

more troublesome then than vercingetorix's fit-to-burst rage, was a thunderous crack above. caiaphas' gaze traveled skyward, where stone had become unhinged from mountain.

she had little time for rebuke, for a secondary noise rose from the mountains above; the throaty grumble of stone grinding to wood, crashing, turning -- coming closer and closer.

vercingetorix had already fled -- caiaphas braced her frame and turned to the duo, wondering which was more fateful: their arrival, or the stone that howled behind them. "we best follow suit." the crone suggested, already moving on thin limbs away from what was about to become a valley visited by a rockslide.

slight pp to close, skipping with permisson <3