Porcupine Ridge mica orb

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The mountains were rejuvenating. The warmth was great and the colds were even greater. You were prey here, and yet the very same predator that clasped its teeth around you. Failure was great, and the successes were so intense it bribed Nutuyikruk into trying things again; though, only under supervision.

She learned the ridge was the only place that safety harbored.

Peeping around a corner of brush, the lynx gasped with a soft breath and gingerly dropped hare meat. Stalking only a little closer, before retreating behind the flimsy cover of brush. She looked to Muskrat, the crisp evening air elevating her whisper: "A boy?"