Stone Circle hvað er þetta, hvað er þetta?

Astrid wasn't dumb.
She had a nose, perhaps much to her Faðir's dismay. While trudging haplessly through the wildgrass, she'd caught wind of him. Oh, the audacity! This was her time!
She swivels on fat little feet, heels dug into the ground as she comes to a halt. She squints. There, a few yards off, she can see him — oh, he thinks he's slick, doesn't he? He's waiting to snatch her and bring her back to the den!
Her lips curl back into a little gummy growl, a sourness to her pudgy, freckled face. No!