The sky was a purpled bruise when she left the cabin, the door slam jarring loose clumps of snow from their eaves. She shook the clumps off her shoulders and lit off fast as she could into the woods. Yes it was twilight but she knew the way to her grandmother's house and if she hurried she could get there before darkness ate up the trees and pathways. She could spend the night at her grandmother's, stay up helping make more medicine, and bring it back to her mother at sunrise.