Stone Circle Friends on the other side

Open to anyone who might keep Steph company!

Steph was lounging outside of the den, in the position she had found to be most comfortable: on her stomach, back legs tucked under her, her elbows under her chest, and her head up. It gave her the most supposed and the least pain. At least until she had to move. She hated not being able to run and play. She was young, and she had a lot of pent up energy, even when she wasn't injured. This was torture for her. 

But, she felt she deserved it. She had goaded a giant beast, and gotten the horns. Literally. She was lucky she was even alive. Which is why she had not complained about her situation at all. She had kept her mouth shut, and tried to be as pleasant as she possibly could. Or, she just didn't talk at all. But, she was beginning to get bored, and she hoped someone would come around soon. She hadn't seen Murdock yet, but she thought of him often, wondering what he was up to.