Larksong Grotto cranberry

when the woman moved, he saw her. wolf dreamer inclined his head. "there's a path up to the entrance. i'll show you."

quietly he moved along the narrow, silent track, which arced upward toward the exit from the grotto.

the birds called around them, flying, flapping, landing here and there up stone structures.

sunlight gleamed above.

he tried not to look back at the shimmer of gilt lines which reached up from the woman to the star web, only continued walking on their stony, rising slant.