The Tangle [M] compelled

she wanted a better vantage point, whether sedna agreed or not. whether gravity, or gravidity, refused her.
a ghost lingered near.
she roused, unaware. lifting and kicking, climbing up the stone escarpment as a maggot might curl along a crooked tooth.
climbing, hugging the stone—
a slip —!
the scramble of claws !!
down again, careening awkwardly with limbs splayed, sulukinak feels her stomach smash against a lower ledge, then her head, the crack of neck and crush of spine as consciousness was revoked.

in the stillness — where mist roiled from the tree line as if extending a cautious hand to where her broken body lay — again, the twitch and struggle of her belly.

and finally, a bloodied gasp as sulukinak woke in stunned horror.