Stone Circle constellations forming skin over fragile bone

Something doesn’t sit right with her every time she thinks about the strange girl outside the borders. Why does it bother her? Nothing has before. He leaves the pack territory every so often. It had been one of his trips outside the territory that he scooped her up and forced her here in a mess she doesn’t know how to clean up. She should have stayed with Sif a little longer to figure out because his silence on the matter only continues.

She’d left the den earlier to see if Valette needed anything but before she could find her, she found a large rock she can’t remember. It has been a long time since she’d been in Easthollow and she hadn’t familiarized herself all that much since she’d been back, but she thought she at least remembered everything. This doesn’t seem familiar at all. Most of all, why does a bolder gain her attention as this one has? It is wider than it is tall with a flattened top. She glances to the sky briefly, the sun as high as it can go, and quickly she climbs on top of it. One foot slips and she nearly loses her balance but when she has all four feet on the face of the rock, she feels better.

Despite the cold, the surface is a little warm. There’s no wind to make it worse and as she spins a few times before she plops her read on the ground and curls up. For the first time in a long time, she feels warmth from within that spreads to the fringes of her chilly toes. She is not yet sure what to make of it but she knows she doesn’t like it and she is worried what will come of it. Sleep does not pull her into a lull and she readjusts just as a short gust of wind crosses over but it is gone as quickly as it came but with it she notes Wardruna and she moves her head on the rock, searching the opening ahead of her for the first signs of the brute.

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