Stone Circle ironblood

She had torn herself away from her herbs and set herself doing something useful, however arduous and dull. Mechanically did she scent mark and pace, until something of interest had the mute pause in her patrol, gaze catching on the dark stranger. Even from here she could see the way he bristled, seemed intent on their borders. A little lurch of her heart propelled her forward, and she kept pace with the brute, gaze darting to him now and again as she slipped along the borders, unsettled.