Silvertip Mountain the songs are all the same

merrick's footsteps echoed her own, mirrored rustlings through the greenery until the changeling slowed in the sight of her sacred space. an uncharacteristic caution stiffened her steps to doe-like hesitancy, rabbit clutched tighter in her tiny jaws. asperas laid it upon the ground carefully when she had drawn near enough, and reached out with one paw to dig at the loose earth covering the glittering skyrock.

she extracted the object of her curse with all the precision of a surgeon rooting around in an open skull. then she laid it on the dirt, and tore the rabbit from sternum to groin. the corpse was still fresh and warm, and the blood still flowed freely, so she lifted the corpse by the scruff and shook it so that a cascade of red rained down on the glassy surface of the rock. it seemed to glow under the sanguine wetness.

asperas's chest pulsed with a raw, chafed feeling.