As gasp of air through long dead lungs, expelling ash and dust, a parody of a baby's first cry on leaving it's mothers womb. Murrin's eyes snapped open and faced with only with darkness and the dankness of hot breath in confined cold spaces she sought escape. Her claw scraped at the stone in an unfettered frenzy, three of the walls held fast testament to those who had carved the slabs centuries maybe even millennia ago. One side however was not so strong, under repeated gouges it crumbled revealing the much more yielding earth.<br/><br/>The primal need of light and air raced through her like adrenalin and she started to dig. She tore at the dirt as if it was an enemy's flesh, scrambled past roots, crushing the bones of others buried in the earth around her. Until finally she broke through into the air, it was the sweetest thing she had ever tasted. Getting to her feet she stood tall, silhouetted against the pale sky, she howled in delight the sound carrying for miles around. Life had stirred in the Barrowlands.<br/><br/>Her teeth spread in a grin she prepared to bound down the side of the barrow when her foot encountered something too smooth and clean to be a bone. She peered at the tablet, which glowed in a strange pale light. She picked it up in one had, instinct telling her that it would be wise to keep the artefact with her.