your demons come alive to chase you

They'd started to settle in. Gin didn't really mind it so much. Frankly, she thought she'd dislike pack life more than she actually did. It wasn't as stifling as expected, and being busy for once was actually pretty nice. The ghost had kept up her strange sleeping schedule though, and remained largely reclusive during the day. Really, she was looking forward to the predators being driven from the Maze itself. Once she'd been assured it was safe, she'd be able to set up the infirmary and beside it, her own room. That would be ideal.

For the time being, Gin needed to figure out which plants grew well in this climate. She moved carefully away from the Maze, grateful for the cover of night. The moon hung high and bright in the sky, ever watchful. A comfort. The ghost moved west, gaze trained on the vegetation, seeking anything that could be useful. Herbs yes, but there were others too. Hemp would be among the most useful, as well as vines, things that could be spun into sturdy ropes. There was also a hope that she could find citronella growing out here-- if crushed, it would keep the bugs away. With the amount of rain they'd been having, soon there would be standing water. Standing water would attract mosquitos and just... ew. No thank you.

As the massive granite stones came into view, Gin's breath was momentarily stolen from her lungs. Her eyes went wide. There was power here... incredible power. She could feel it in her bones. She could feel it in her chest. An ache that was acute, but also... incredible. The gods, all of them, were close. The significance of this place wasn't lost on her, especially in the moonlight.

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