Redhawk Caldera متشدد mutashadid

within the woods they found many worn paths.

the scent of prey pervaded many of them; layers of wolf-scent, man and woman and even child together. enough for the jewel to think it was wrong to tread through it. keeping wits sharp, the roaming courtesan followed the drifting constellations overhead.

by morning they were faced with the sight of a mountain missing its head. peculiar; they would wonder if this was the cause of the smoke in the air.

winding carefully through the darkest recesses, jawahir prowled along the richly marked edge of the claim—wondering what secrets might be unearthed.