Porcupine Ridge i've seen a million different doors on the horizon

she'd known she had company beyond her shadow, but the rolling mist was heavy and scent doused heavily in this eldritch place.

suspicion mounted in the girl so much like her uncle and great-dam; she whirled upon hex as he chuffed and showed a bristling display of menace -- only to realize in the last moment the shape that followed her was wolf and one of her own.

sheepish, she slunk to her belly in the snow.