Great Bear Wilderness Take me to church,

She itched at the ground idly as she considered his words, claws raking shallow indents into the dirt beneath, soon to be hardened from the touch of winter. But not yet. It wasn't the first time her name had been labelled a point of intrigue, was the mark of deadly sin so fitting?

course it was.

..South. Southwest? Somewhere— She'd rise to spin and point Thatway- originally. I don't live there anymore. Now I'm from- another spin, and for a moment she stopped to shake the dizzies from her head before it got too bad. Mountains were easy enough to point out, she looked north-ish. That way instead. All the way up in those freezing, miserable peaks. It's not that bad, but I like the warm spots better. The view is pretty, at least.

Here's my home address! She gave it as easily as she gave anything. Blind trust was easier when she already felt the pull of resemblance. Words felt better out loud than stored inside.

She took her blessings with outstretched claws, held them, wouldnt let go. She could worm her way up sheer cliff and narrow ledges easily enough. In some funny way, it felt more like home every day. That was good. Not to be ruined.