Stone Circle Poor Unfortunate Souls

It had been just over three weeks since Steph's accident, and she was healing well. The herbs that Keoni used had worked well on her external wounds, which were now scabbed over. But, for her broken rib, only time could heal that. She found she could move a bit more with less pain, but she felt she still had a while to go before the pain would be completely gone.

She laid outside the den today, her head on her forelegs, her mind lost in memories of her older sister. She had liked the time they spent together the past few weeks, even it was because of Steph's thoughtless actions and getting herself hurt. It seemed like almost a dream that she was gone; a dream Steph wanted to wake up from. 

She sighed, remembering the burial that had been given to Keoni at Stone Circle. That was certainly reality. She didn't want to be alone to wallow in her sadness, and lifted her body gingerly off the ground. She walked forward slowly in no particular direction, hoping she would come across someone.