Shadewood bones blood and teeth erode

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Iksra wanders among the trees, the early morning light dappled like snow-powder across her fur and she delights in the simplest of pleasures-- finds joy in the way the sun winks in and out of view overheard, how birds she cannot name sing overheard, as creatures she has never seen before dart just out of sight as she moves. This place-- it's an entirely new world to her and Iskra cannot wait to find it, to delve everything from within it's secret belly and drag the truths of the world into the light.

The world is merely a carcass, full of truths and worldly lies and Iskra wants to force it all into the light, to find everything there is to know and explore and share.

So even this far from home, she finds the same truths buried in the soil.

Yarrow stalks poke at the edges of clay-silt enbankment that is still half-covered in dirt-tinged snow, and she is delighted to find it, the woody scent of clay-earth and bitter roots tangling in her nose and rushing forward with the weight of memories of home. She digs at the earth, brushing aside snow to dig with eager strokes against clay and grins wolfishly as her claws meet the roots below.

She's new to this world-- but already she can see her place here forming. Iskra wants to know she's found and she sees it forming in front of her.