Porcupine Ridge don't you feel

she becomes something hard, in the confession of an absence spanning days.

hidden among her own emotions. already he is putting things into motion, speaking to her of such a lofty position. something about it only causes more turmoil in her gut.

no, she wanted to declare. the desire to flee from here comes in such a grand wave that it nauseated her. she had not come to seek a director's role. she had taken great comfort in the freedom of being only another body.

she ran free.

she ran wild.

it dawned on her that perhaps muskrat had left for those things. that she had not wanted so many bodies under her charge. that instead she had wanted to be feral and unchained.

i am going to roam, before then. she decided with a snort that showed in cold air plumes. to see if there are any signs.

days did not give her hope.

she needed this, though.