Arrow Lake why you rolling waves over me now, that's all i need dreaming

so keen was qiao’s attention to the shifting voices and her search, she did not see her audience until she clambered upon a stone and looked around her. a  thin shape caught her attention. his condition neared the desperate gauntness of sheer starvation — but by make he seemed very close to her own kin. 

you have an eye upon you. qiao remarked to the stranger, turning slowly from the stone and regarding the rough state of his fur and flank.

around him, a thin aura had its own whispering quality. it disquieted the song of the valley — and it brought with it the sensation of eels writhing under a waxy moon. who is it?