Porcupine Ridge the abyss leers in hissing ruts

aw, but tagging @Khepri, @Nieve, @Rosalyn, and @Raleska

it was with a determined step that erzulie left the boundaries of the plateau, and crossed the treacherous, icy footpaths to a sprawling ridge teeming with green. she passed beneath wide swathes of fir, considered the ice-rimed edge of a lake, and lost herself in fragrant shadows.
it felt good to be out of rusalka, out of the stale and cloying energies that weighed at her. rosalyn and scarab had returned. the pack had managed to stand firm, and yet she was restless. yet she was unhappy. an empty belly and a raging mind drew the harlot to the hunt, and she began to scour through a silvered stand of birch for a meal.