Duskfire Glacier tri

perhaps she had been content to ignore the signs. the bones or old things scattered about as if someone had lazily strewn their decorations. none of the scents had been fresh enough for her to feel immediate panic at them. she had half a mind to take a bone or two back with her for the children of the river.

only a shrill, murderous sound rang through the caverns. whatever beauty she might have been prepared to indulge in was halted firmly by fear when the lady of the house returned.

quickly she pressed her ice stone self against a cave wall. dependent on her own hues to help shelter her. yet the largest issue was that between her and the exit would be the one who wailed banshee. slowly she dragged herself along the cavern wall, desperate to see if there was another way out.

being boxed in by a cougar seemed like the easiest way for her to perish or come away maimed — a reality that seemed certain when she caught a glimpse of a long tail, of reddish feline hues.