Blackfoot Forest that's steel

moriah looked between the towering arbors and wondered what secrets they might know. what wealth of knowledge might be hiding in the forest, hidden carefully from sight? winter's streak of death ended with the consummation of spring, breathed from its mouth the breath of life.

she stopped beside a small pond and knelt down for a drink. harmonic birdsong rang out overhead, accenting the yips of fox cubs. moriah scoffed, displeased by the ruckus. there was another wolf somewhere nearby — its shadow was too unique to be anything else — but moriah hoped that she would remain unnoticed.