Shadow Mountain and every day it’s trying to trick me into doing battle

always a day behind. 

she’d howled and howled for dinah, voice hoarse now.  

ava’s back hunched as she retched a thin  rope of bile into the snow. 

it simmered and rippled against beads of white. ava traced the bile’s livid outline with a clench of her jaw. 

shakily holding her head, she tried one more howl for dinah — but all that came out was the breathsmoke of a ruined voice box.