Here in my garden of shadows...

for @Keith

Man, it's weird here. The ex-slave thoight as she wandered between tightly packed dark trees. There was not much light and she'd seen, like, a million crows or blackbirds or ravens or something since she got here! Her wounds from the fight with that mountain wolf were still fresh and painful. She didn't like anything like a protruding branch or something touching 'em. A thorn had scraped one of her cuts a few days ago and hurt really bad. She was just kinda waiting for her wounds to heal themselves.