Larksong Grotto and that's just how it works.

one day while the snow fell down in broken stretches sobeille sat up with a start.

a full moon's cycle since her abduction.

she'd long let go of the childish hope of outlandish rescue -- and though she could leave, a great part of her was learning more on this adventure than she had in sapphique in some time.

it was a different kind of life. gone was the puppyish fat, the naivete. she'd been made harder by this month long journey, of lean food and long miles.

it occurred to her that many more than her own would come for her now. perhaps the creek wolves would come down and find her. find sivaak.

snow began to fall heavily over larksong. the birds were quiet and the afternoon cold and lonely.

for some inexplicable reason, sobeille felt great loss reverberate in her bones.