Witch's Marsh triangle

She scarcely slept. Her whole body buzzed. Sialuk marched on. The sun now hovered just above the horizon, threatening to dip the landscape into darkness at any moment. The Moonspear woman felt like lightening itself, buzzing with the sensation of feeling alive and wanting—no, needing—physical touch. Golden rays of light filtered through the frozen marsh. In any warmer season, she would have been up to her elbows in mud, but the consistent cold temperatures had made it easy to traverse.

The Ostrega remained alert and on edge.