Mount Apikuni rooting

idk where this is set in her timeline but we will make it work <3

the ridge. blanketed in deep green and grooved with stone waves, it was like no place she had seen before. there was no promise of wet heat here, and though she missed it, muskrat found that she had enough to see.

she caught a mourning dove and prepared to place it in a first cache, but a cry caught her. a fluting, hopeful thing. she knew this voice, and so she left a trail of feathers for hex to find, throwing the plucked poor thing into the underbrush before she turned her eyes on the pale eagle, flying toward her.

flying; muskrat licked blood from her jaws and grinned a relieved, darkheart beam.

"sacsayhuamán." hex would give her what she wished. and for it, the swamp panther would add teeth to his claim. heart rushing, she reached for the lithe warrior who now parted the verdant trees.