Starglow Basin we're more ghosts than people

h'ain't gonna die, asshole.
her murmuring was not as sharp as it could have been. her tongue felt like rawhide. still, she circled another way.

no way i'm leavin' without yew. if that means i go your way, fine. the bear won't see it happen, though. of this she had faith. she had given a piece of herself in exchange for this piece of him.

speaking of, her head throbbed beneath the dried red stain stemming from her ear.

a bit o' blood and prayer got me this far with yew. just gotta find -- more.

at this, a scent caught in her nose and she began to dig heartily in to the sand, around a rock which was then upturned. a vole tried to scurry off when exposed, and she caught it, crushed it, and hummed a sound of pleasure as it disappeared down her throat.