Whitefish River but baby when youre done you gotta be the first to run

at the quartz cavern, set after this

from the glacier her treacherous paws wind southward, as if drifting by the spot kinkajuú last was will summon her back - as if she will reappear full-sprung from wb's thoughts. but she's not really thinking about it too hard, not now, instead thinking of once more her promise to visit the ashen boy's home in the feather-blood forest. before she'd hesitated -- worried of wolf-pack politics -- but now that her loyalty is summarily afforded to the black-babe tytonidae she thinks it's worth a return. this time she'll slip around the side away from - well, it need not be said a million times more.

not far from the glacier she's managed to trek when she's distracted by something shimmering beckoning; the cavern had caught her eye of course but the sparkling depths warrant a closer look. it reminds her of the moonstone quarry - the starlet loves glittering things, after all - and so she pauses in her journey, lithe form drawn in to the shimmer-flecked cavern.

finally that thread I owe you!

much like the female who now approached, panther had been drawn into the cavern by its sparkling beauty. He had never seen such a thing - and in his days, the coal-furred man had seen many things. Regardless of that, it seemed as good a place as any to take a much-needed nap. He lay on the dirt-and-stone floor with his head resting between his paws, but the muffled noise of movement toward the mouth of the cavern brought him out of his dreamless half sleep, causing him to lift his head reluctantly and stare in the direction of the entrance with languid blue eyes.

 the sparkling cavern is not empty as she first suspected, the dark form of somebody napping interrupting the otherwise picturesque view. for a moment the scarlet witch pauses, thinking, oh, perhaps another day, but true-blue eyes are on her already and so she rolls her shoulders and prances closer, expression curious. "ain't mean to wake you," wb says by way of greeting, a not-quite apology from the girl whose eyes are fixed firmly on the glittering crystaline walls. "you live here or somethin'?"