Stone Circle now, which is the future you're choosing before you go dying?

ava last week. accipitra today. the headaches roll like fog, each of them a change of face and mind.

at some point hex had escaped and a wicked winter squall separated their small party, drowning the landscape in heavy snow.

 ava that day; ava had the sense to hide.

pakasqa crawled out of the dugout like undead; eating snow ravenously, particles of light reverbrating along her gaze.

a black doe she followed, visible only to her.

and suddenly she was standing before the thin razor's edge of a pack's boundaries. conical teeth of stones in the distance.

knowing something here was part of her. the soil or the trees or even perhaps the stones and what bones were housed beneath them.

accipitra stared within, sunken eyes wretched with lonely hunger.