Porcupine Ridge gold dust

A shade from the underbelly of the spires emerged. She looked into the golden eyes of the man and felt her heart shake. These people, they struck a terrific wonder.

The girls head fell towards the clovers with a mouth stuffed of goat meat. The sprouts of growing adult teeth hung on by their points to the flesh. Blood stained the ground where the food was dropped. A seeking glance found quick rest to Muskrat's face. The man with night fur would be met soon after by emerald eyes, and a soft voice. The lake had not been home.

"Hello."