It’s #bookqw and Daeryn is “deep’ into his shapeshifter polecat form.

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Wellspring Collective, Blighted Basin

Daeryn Darkcoat’s paws carried his polecat form in a weasel’s rolling leaps along a dirt road. The setting moon, just past half, lit Wellspring Collective’s rows of plants in the sharp grays and blacks of his nocturnal vision. Butternut squash on the right and a late planting of beans to the left. Nothing amiss.

And yet squeaks,...