Porcupine Ridge my darkness is shining

splashed in blood, almost, this accipitra who had come out of the gloom with a sister carrying holy things. now one was here and one followed hex.

muskrat was no fool to what the next months would bring. once more she would avoid it, but the presence of the strange young women settled for her the problem of restoration among the shadows.

sunflower eyes now paused to rake over the specter.

tousaint's warning echoed in her mind.

"come," and she set off for the cliff swam upward with tendriling moss, a cliff which overlooked the no-wolf's-land where only two cairns stood.

beyond that, the vale. her chin lifted in fierce pride. "montagne, that way." cold wind chilled her mouth. "i told they want attack ridge."