Fishblight Mire screa[m] (1996)

the voice came from another place, another room in the seer's hut, where father pinned her down as mother fed her elk in a vomited slurry, saying  hel, lille en, prærieulver er ikke et barns venner!

I stumble upon something amongst the rubble.

The tunnel has collapsed recently. The reinforced steel protruding from the debris has not been covered with rust yet.
When I gaze into the tunnel, I notice a silhouette of a man on the ground.

Suddenly, the man snaps to life, as if woken up from a deep slumber.

her foreleg sprang up from the muck.

moooor... she moaned, face peeling itself from the thickened water. she tried to turn it, one red eye bulging, to see mother-seer, to ask her-

hvorfor-

her thin body had been sucked in. she wriggled in odd juts, as if glued to the terrain.

hvor... for... she reached blindly with the freed arm, for the shape, for the answer.