Stone Circle instead of the cross, the Albatross, about my neck was hung

My bad guys! I didn't get the tag, haha.

Dawn looked up from where she lay, her eyes still groggy and clouded from her rest. Once the sleepiness subsided, she stood and marched proudly to her father, twisting her way between his legs. There was another woman in the den, one who smelled nothing of her mother, and Dawn didn't like the intruders presence. She gave a small growl, one that was much too cute to get her message across, and looked up to her father for approval. Papa? she cooed, awaiting his proud reaction to her bravery and fortitude.