Stone Circle Don't worry, he shall return

She was entranced by her mother's story of hunting and almost getting hurt. I wish I could watch, she said pointedly. She wasn't brave enough to outright ask if she could, but she wasn't opposed to planting the seed in Valette's brain. Maybe at their next hunt, Steph could watch on the sidelines.

She listened as her mother explained how to pick out which animal to kill. Her eyes went back to where she had last seen the stag, trying to imagine the pack taking him down. His antlers had looked so sharp, and it was intimidating to see him thrash around in the bush. How do you know when they are sick? she asked. That stag had certainly looked healthy enough. She looked back to Valette when she mentioned Stone Circle. The spot we saw the bison? she asked. She hadn't been there in a while, preferring to stick to the wooded areas of the packlands.