Porcupine Ridge your darkness is shining

as always ava was silent, and the gods worked in strange ways to pull mouths to speak for her.

she could feel the cold appraisal of the woman’s gold gaze; for all its sunny hue it communicated something ava could only place as tundrian. she looked to ana, one paw slid reassuringly to her sister as she pulled from them both the power of their true names.

and then, her gaze slid to the agouti warrior, wondering how she got such ornate scars.