Shadowwyn Moor addir melek

In moments, as she stalked the moorland and watched the caribou, Sulukinak noticed a change beneath her feet. It was as if the soil opened to her steps, sucking them down, and at times she was slick with mud or arms deep in water; frothy, frozen, or fetid.

As she drew along to a seemingly stable area she felt her hackles raise as something caught at her ankle, and she turned with frustrated snaps to scythe the air, knowing by now it was only mud but too much mud.

Elongated, serpentine where she stretched, Sulukinak freed herself yet again and hoisted herself to the roots of an aged tree, coiling herself there with a brooding stare.