The Sunspire [m] mica

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swamp panther women carved dens of sacred red clay for this time, and therein their men visited them, to conceive children there inside the dome of earth which resembled a womb.

but there was no scarlet clay here, no swamp, and no desire to bear young. muskrat was not made for climbing mountains, but determination and her time at the creek fed muscles that flexed now, hauling her lithe body higher.

wolves in the canyon; wolves upon a mountain of shadow; the curious scent of mother's-milk near a lake where she had stopped to drink. wanting to avoid them all, she sought out the highest peak and spent a day ascending to as near its cold summit as she was able.

shivering at the touch of snow in the air, bruise-pawed and half-dead on her feet, muskrat lay down almost where she stood: beside a sharp boulder. sleep was prompt, despite the heated pulse of her body's growing flame.