Stone Circle But my fate is in your hands

Often did wolves call from the border, yet seldom did they address her sister so directly. The utterance drew up the curiosity to follow, and Nanook dropped her current pursuit to rally herself toward the cusp of the Hollow.

At first she didn’t see the stranger, only the dark form of Desna against the backdrop of snow. But as she squinted and drew nearer with slow and calculated, he materialized, and her step caught mid stride.

But where she once would have cowered and retreated to the shadows, Nanook found her legs sprinted her the last few yards to her sister’s side, ears tall and copper eyes intense with the fire of her youth. Familiarity stirred within - amongst a myriad of other emotions she couldn’t yet place. She only caught Desna’s last string of words, yet those and his appearance combined were enough to click every piece into place.