Porcupine Ridge my darkness is shining

for a while longer, muskrat watched the land of the cairns for any movement, any other sullen lurkers who might see fit to bring secrets into the blessed dark. "your sister say name acci pitra," the sentinel murmured, able only to speak its sound in syllables of separation.

her fanged grin was bright and swift. "but i think you are hidden place of secret things. pakasqa kaqkunapa pakasqa sitio," and how wondrous the flow of the words which had never left muskrat.

she winked. "pakasqa."

now the sentinel turned away from the cliff, moving back into the shadowland.