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

Anathema moved slowly to let him up, satisfied with his lack of argument. It isn't safe here, She spoke as if to a child, preening the fur at her chest like a cat in the aftermath of a kill. We'll go to the sea.

Black waters in her veins.

She shifted toward Accipitra, allowing herself one more glance toward her sister before her attention fixed fully on Hex. Come on, then, Ana spoke brusquely, reaching out to nudge him along with her nose. Is there anything you want to take?

They would have to retrieve her bones, the split halves of the stone. Then they would waste no more time here. The ridge was dead. The black waters called.