Porcupine Ridge Some prefaced with ZYR-OHT-OHT-MET

with no one to utter her new name, it faded. and with it, went its power.

ava amara, once pakasqa, now accipitra met her bloodied sister, thrusting her nose to her pelt to drink of all of it and learn the reason for such disarray.

but before she could explain anything her sister moved off with purpose. accipitra skirted her, following until she seized hex and pinned him between her grip.

her eyes slid questioningly to anathema.