Blackfeather Woods why you get loose, get loose, get low, get low

sobeille continued her journey. she traveled light, wondering if @Chani had made it back home, or if she was somewhere trailing behind.

she came upon a forest so dark it reminded her of the monolith forest to the south of her home. besides the occasional rasp of a raven, she heard nothing save her own footsteps and the clank of the small bones in her peltskin.

she found a path that lead her into the forest, to a clearing bearing red-boughed trees. the snow here was thin, and the ground dry. sobeille set camp by what looked like naturally placed stone steps.

as she bent to place down her peltskin the contents spilled; three of the four small bones bounced away. with an annoyed groan she went to collect them, pausing as she saw that three of them oriented the same way -- an improbable thing, if she had not witnessed it herself.

the fourth bone, the high arch of a deer vertebrae, sunk deep in the earth like a dagger. danger? she looked around her. the woods were quiet.

why would three of them point that way? she collected them with a sigh, and it was then she froze, catching sight of a dark tunnel mouth in the very direction the bones had pointed.