Silver Moraine drive it like you stole it

She didn't question it when Artemis guided her north toward the taiga. Haunt knew the territories just south of the bypass much better and though she wasn't adventurous by nature, she did enjoy foraying with the intent of tracking prey. Discovering some new hunting grounds seemed like a good use of her time today, especially now that she felt almost back to normal.

They spent most of the day in the maple wood, where Haunt even managed to capture a gopher. She offered it to the deity, who only smilingly shook her head and waited while the youth polished off her kill. Haunt suspected they might turn back now, as the afternoon waned toward dusk, but Artemis motioned her further north with a bow of her antlered head.

Not one to question a goddess, real or imagined, Haunt broke from the trees and found herself on the edge of the moraine. Her yellow eyes tracked over the bleak, rugged landscape. She glanced over at Artemis, wondering if she was meant to proceed across it. Artemis nodded again, so she began to walk carefully through the barren field, headed toward the evergreens in the distance.

About halfway across the jagged glacial road, pain pulsed through Haunt's skull, dropping her instantly.