Stone Circle the rage of mountains when they tremble

Noma pays little attention to what is happening out in the field. When she does look away, they are nowhere to be found but they’d been on the hunt. She trembles with the cold and tucks herself more inward, wishing she can just go back to the den and wait. Having not eaten since the first night back in Easthollow, she does not care for what Wardruna offers her and she expects them not to return with much. When the howl calls out, however, her ears swivel forward and she slowly picks herself up. Green eyes glance around, uncertain where they’d gone off to and she takes painfully slow steps forward in the direction. She’d ignored Wardruna enough but she doesn’t feel like she can ignore Valette without raising too much concern. Part of her doesn’t know how long she’ll be able to keep up the charade when she should feel at home. The other part doubts she’ll ever feel at home here again.

It takes her several long, painful moments before she finally reaches them, with a kill at their feet. Automatically, her mouth fills with saliva but her stomach churns at the thought of eating. Noma’s steps slow to a stop several yards away, looking down at the deer, then briefly at the alpha, and finally settling on the bruiting form of Wardruna.

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