Barrow Fields uujaujaq ⋇

another strange realm beyond his home, inundated by raised beds of earth. valravn imagined they were the gravestones of ancient titans.

he moved past them hushed, tiptoeing around where he imagined their skulls rested, their tails, their toes -- rounding one such mound, val stilled as he saw rambling shapes in the distance.

elk. snow churned under their great feet, cleaving the ground as they went. a low mist spread behind them -- val turned in the direction they headed only to spot a nearly invisible wraith watching the same spectacle.

instinctively his ears folded as he peered at her -- she looked thin and wracked by winter -- but there was a pallor to her that val could not name. something beyond exhaustion, perhaps.

shyly, val tried to get her attention with a quiet "hi!"