Permafrost Hollows my shadow's shedding skin

he is still a ways off, can join next round!

a mark.
colt had watched indra's firefly figure disappear into the hollows, and when she did not immediately return, he rose to his feet.
red eyes burned in the direction she had gone, and colt tracked her easily, loping along the marks left by her paws. she doubled, circled.
well. she had found someone after all.
colt continued, and soon he would loom into view, an ugly rictus of a grin on his patchwork face.