Porcupine Ridge i've seen a million different doors on the horizon

hex would wait a long time before he ever heard the girl speak.

she extracted herself from the snow with girlish shame, her body's silhouette still impressed among the pearly powder. glancing him over, she saw his gaze linger; on what, she could not say.

but of his slew of questions -- all but one would go unanswered.

she thrust her nose to the ground with a nod, sending a billow of fine snow scattering along the hardpack.

somewhere here was a scent waiting to be threaded from its hidden place.