Porcupine Ridge your darkness is shining

a second girl emerged, multi-hued and with her eyes upon the first. kin? muskrat wondered, her sunflower eyes moving unhurriedly between the two. the weaker one brought nothing. the stronger brought a gathering of small things over which muskrat's stare traveled with pointed interest.

hunger was their cloak, travelworn bodies proclaiming more than words ever could.

these ones held the look of the warrior herself, and the swamp panther in her heart answered. "this shadow ridge. hex is seer. i muskrat, sentinel," careful proclamation in her words. a pause. "you speak?" addressed to both of them, her voice a rough susurration in the shadowland's eternal dark.