Porcupine Ridge gold dust

anyone still welcome to join! <3

night man was one thing: a fall of quiet darkness lit by stars. shadowknife was another: a raincloud pouring in black liquid over the face of the ridge.

"her name nutu yikruk," muskrat said with difficulty, her serpent-gold eyes on the girl. "mean 'lynx.'" his warrior gestured back the way they had come. "find her alone. sad. hungry. none of those now."

it was the ridge who fed her now. it was the shadows for which she too would fight.