Porcupine Ridge ouroboros

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sacsayhuamán returned.

yana cuchillo returned.

llanthuq'asa called them back as if they had not been gone.

but hex was reduced to little, his shoulders sharp, his head hung low. his spirit looked as if it had been partly torn from his body.

serpent's-eyes, glittering from the gloom claimed by this man, and then muskrat was enveloping him in her strong arms, urging his weakened frame to lie back against her shorter body. "be still," she said roughly, relief sharpening her tone. "here, muskrat. i take care of you."

she sent a high call for @Makono, a small coynote that flickered through the poured shadows. the shadowknife had come back from his dreaming, and eagerly she waited for him to say what he had seen. his eyes. had he wandered? where had he gone? what did it mean for the ridge?

she cradled his head against the sound of her heart and willed swamp panther strength back into his veins, her shark's-teeth glittering. "you have come back."

hex had disappeared along the slopes; she had hunted. but now she saw no marks of teeth upon him, no sign he had been captured. better, then, for she would leave none alive in such a raid for his honor.