Black Morass despechá

for the lovely @Ione < 3

in the early morn lay the priestess, perched atop a cold boulders surface. between her paws was cradled the skull of a wolf she'd found in her travels, and had kept as a trinket of sorts. poised and pristine, she exhaled a soft sigh. one of her paws brushed atop the smooth surface of the bone, and her lips curl into a satisfied smile. 

"hermosa, incluso en la muerte." she purred.