Porcupine Ridge your darkness is shining

a she-wolf pulled from a thicket of shadows, her lithe step suggesting a heritage similar to ava’s.

immediately, ava’s limbs buckled out from under her in submission.  she was hungry and tired and so, so very desperate. she looked away, licking her lips in appeasement; allowing muskrat the full survey of her body.

her eyes jerked upward to hear a familiar step. ana! she wriggled forward, nose pressed to her sister while still mindful of the wraith that stood before them.

almost guiltily, her gaze traveled to the woman with peculiar scars marking her face: would she take them?