Luneshale Pass (BOO) Sasori

it is night in the badlands.
a scorpion scurries from hiding, pauses, and continues on unabated, casting a thin shadow against the whitestone.
she is a fury! a gale licking at the surface of the earth, rousing only dust. behind her half-realized silhouette are the three tails, whipping and twisting like snake heads.
@Ramesses!
the scorpion raises its fists as if to defend itself, whether it knows the ghost is there is a mystery. it's claws open one then the other, and it freezes.