Porcupine Ridge haruspex

The night spoke through parted clouds and distant owls.
She weaved through tall stones and followed the path of distant wing flutter. Fearing a bat could break from the tree cover, she stayed low and treaded slowly. Moved along a little quicker when strange noises would spur out from either side. Maybe Hex was out there. Wasn't at the camp. Fur, tangled and brushed uneven from tossing and turning all night. 

It was better to be out here than back there right now. Easier to be moving, searching, than sitting still, wondering. The chill bit her skin. It would be some ease of mind to find Hex.

Where?

Peering through the trees, dampened by dew, a silhouette formed. Leaves dotted her view. Moving hands, leaned over.. Hard to see. Rich iron and blood caught Nutiyikruk's nose.

Calling out, head twisting trying to make out what was only just a bit ahead.

A voice slipped out, a thread thin enough to snap.

"Hex?"