Swiftcurrent Creek and the meaning is oh so clear

set at the skull tree as referenced in internal territories

It was perfect.

Jakub sat, staring at the weather-worn ivory. White as that woman that had arrived in the last couple moons, except without her old, gnarled scars.

Grooves, sure. He found them within the skull, like rivulets through dry ground. He followed one in particular, long, deep and jagged—it ran from the top down to the side, trailing off by the once-perfectly hinged jaw.

He knew what this was. He'd seen enough kill to recognize bones, and he'd seen enough heads to recognize that whatever was within the rabbits and squirrels and the occasional deer they feasted off of was within them all.

But why was it here—alone?

Jakub felt suddenly warm, and turned away, a strange feeling rising within him.

Don't look, or you'll never look away.