Porcupine Ridge my darkness is shining

muskrat's coat darkened slightly as she bent toward the elritch hues of that place, a slight smirk curved beneath her sunyellow eyes. "has no name," the sentinel informed pakasqa, inching into the thicket.

come and see.

she herself had not spent overmuch time here; the thorns closed in upon them, dark red and crawling with vines of fruit.

an owl called somewhere in the gloom.