Stone Circle everything is a potato or not a potato

It isn’t often you won’t find Noma at the den. While she has been recovering and gaining weight, she’s still thin. Her fur is thin. Winter isn’t going to be easy for her. She’d been thin to begin with, having once been recovering from an absence from Easthollow before, then traveling with Grayday slowed the process a little down, up until she’d left him entirely and since then, gradually declining until Wardruna had found her. She’d likely been days away from perishing if he hadn’t stepped in and even now she struggles with it.

The sound outside of the den startles her, having been halfway asleep when she’d approached. She sits upright instantly, taking a moment to adjust to her surroundings, and slowly standing to exit the den. Noma stares at her for a moment, at first not having a clue who she is, but there’s something familiar about her she can’t place. It’s been so long but she doesn’t—can’t—pry to figure it out. Her ears cup forward and she stands awkwardly by the mouth of the den, waiting for her to announce why she’s here.

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