Porcupine Ridge I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies

Envy too, was skulking about the steep forests; getting a further lay of the land, shifting through the mist and bramble on light feet. Dwindling time to find the last supplies before frost set in.

Cold weather was coming, it felt especially pronounced up here.

Made her shiver. Oh, had she been born with silky locs and flowing hair, maybe then she could've felt the privelage of insulation..; alas, scrawny and cursed at birth, she was not so fortunate.

Made her angry, honestly. She wanted to be big. Wanted to have power beyond what she had to worm her way into. How easy it would all be, no giving up, no transaction, just taking. This envy jealousy festered as it always had.

But she was off track. Silence made the mind reel, solitude too, everything is so loud, thoughts are so loud. She did not want to be alone. Following a mix of scent and disturbed ground, she came up on the trail of the night-cloaked man.