Stone Circle stand next to the spire of my crumbling

Noma looks away when he starts to respond, able to feel the new anger coming from him. Her ears tighten on her head and she flattens them, staring at the ground when he gives in and accepts her words for what they are, whether or not he believes them. For a few minutes she sits there as he settles on the ground away from her. A gust of wind touches the fringes of the den, causing her to shiver, and she slips out of the den for a moment to tug the kill inside so no one stopped by and thought to take it.

She drops it as soon as she can, closing her eyes to steady herself, and she moves further back. This time, she does not stop and force herself between the den wall and his thick furred form, but instead in front of the way he’s facing. It isn’t as warm, with the mouth to the front, but it’s close and she tucks her feet beneath her and lowers her head to the ground.

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