The Heartwood agra ♨

grandfather tusk wandered, kukutux at his heels. he said nothing, but swept a broad limb toward the horizon. she stepped forward, a gasp rising in her throat. uncomprehending; the thick sea ice was afire! the girl shrank back, turned, began to run, even as cold caught first at her toes, then her ankles, thighs, shoulders, swallowing swallowing swallowing.

with a shudder the duck came awake. flakes of snow and ash filled the air; she herself had curled tightly into a carpet of grey for the evening. this woodland spoke of spirits who would never rest, condemned to wander after the fire that had eaten the forest. it was not a comforting place, and yet it felt familiar to the girl.

kukutux shivered, pulling the edge of her thinning rabbit-skin around her shoulders. @Agana would be close; her lips curved to know that she was no longer alone in the thrumming world.