Porcupine Ridge my darkness is shining

"one came to me." muskrat's eyes were a copperhead glittering in that starfallen night; she smelled pinewood and moss around them, observed moths crawling the lacy fungi which climbed the cliffside.

"one tell me much. much. do i believe? or — careful?" she said, and pretended to walk her paws there upon the green-flecked stone. "not trust. you and sister, sleep in day. be ready for night." under the patrolling of daytime hunters, the two would be free to eat and heal and slumber.

night upon the ridge would forge them into specters.