Blacktail Deer Plateau where was I when the rockets came to life

Blood and purpose. Two things that Yura knew ran in her veins. Would her bones be powerful to read, if she could somehow extract them from beneath her skin? 

A silly thought put to rest as Sobeille revealed there was more to her witchcraft than the more morbid elements; the wolf described she thought only in reference to the auburn girl's self-proclaimed status, and not in the killing of their own. 

Her tail flicked. "Hmmmm. I s'pose so. There's a tree that grows across the river from our ulax - Firemother. Some who die are buried there." Auntie, her little fox. "Stepping foot there is like- like the ground is listening." It was difficult to put into words the feeling of power that permeated the air surrounding the maple.