Porcupine Ridge saturday night kind of pink

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There was something about this place made Eleuthera feel uneasy. Her connection with the earth had always been strong, perhaps blood-born, and she came into this world with a keen sense of intuition. This place had caused her injury and kept her trapped within a maze of serrated spires. Eleuthera wanted to immediately be rid of this place, but she would go nowhere, fast, hobbling along on three legs. She was already exhausted.

Eleuthera snapped to attentionn. Every cell was alert and pointed towards an indiscriminate location behind her. She was not alone. ”Who's out there?” she called, lilac eyes cutting against the sun (which was quite strong and undiluted at this elevation) to see if this was wolf or prey, friend or foe. ”Show yourself!” the woman barked, figuring it was better to let this stranger know she was, at least, alert — at best, she was protecting herself, and at worst, she was being just a little abrasive. Eleuthera quickly pulled herself into a standing position, wobbling at first to gain her balance, but then splayed her tripod of legs out from under her to widen her center of gravity. Her bruised and bleeding paw was curled in, close to her chest.