Porcupine Ridge my darkness is shining

this place owned many shadows, and many things moved under such cover. 

accipitra and anathema settled in. a headache’s cold front inched its way across the girl’s skull; one of many phantom pains to never leave her since rivenwood. 

today she was not ava, nor was she accipitra. it felt as if one of the grey shadows of this place had slunk through the opening in her eyes and curled around the front of her skull. 

she followed the scent of @Muskrat in troubled silence.