Bearclaw Valley in the end i danced with a ghost

THE FUCK?! she snaps, body twisting, teeth bared for a blink. but then—the ground, caving like breath punched out of lungs, like hers currently. jagged wood teeth waiting just beneath.
she stares. vail plants her feet like roots and glares down at it, chest heaving once. twice. ears flat against her head, before shes scoffing, shoving the other girl rudely away from her.
tch. should’ve let me fall. she spits like a angry cat and begins to stalk away once more, now more... observant of her surroundings.
what kind of fucking freaks dug holes with spikes in them?!