Stone Circle Beginning of hope

I was hoping for @Cyron but @Mawk or @Rowana would be nice too. Maybe all three? Anyone else can come in too really. Backdated to the 30th of January before the news about Burr

The past few weeks had brought events of mixed emotions. Cyron was home and while she worried deeply about him, he seemed to be doing at least somewhat better. Rowana had returned with no long lasting damage, just skinny and rugged looking from the time spent alone without meals or warmth. She'd met Mawk's sister and found the woman to be delightful in every way (not just because Onyx had flattered her). Her and Mawk would see each other in passing and share smiles and kisses before returning to work, something that seemed to bring both of them peace of mind. She'd even risen in the ranks quite a bit, a thing she felt immensely proud of. 

The only thing missing was Burr, but she didn't feel worried. She trusted Morningside would care for him properly and he'd be returning any day now. What did bother her was that she hadn't been able to visit him at morningside. She'd come home to all of them missing and then busied herself with healing up and trying to care for Cyron once he had returned. The last she'd seen of Burr he had been such a small child, innocent but not as bubbly and naive as Rowana and Cyron had been at that age. He'd been so young...she wondered what he thought of everything that had happened. He hadn't known of Cyron's kidnapping or why they left, none of the kids had. Did he even remember her? These thoughts plagued her but after all of the positive things happening in Easthollow she didn't let it drag her down. She was feeling the stirrings of hope, that everything would be okay in the end.

It wasn't bright out yet, the sky was still filled with stars. The air that night was crisp and cool but it didn't hold the same biting chill that had been there all winter. She had grabbed something from the caches and carried it to the hillside where the buffalos were watched from and lay down against one of the stones. She didn't know the man who was buried here except by name, but she still dipped her head and nudged his stone in respect before dropping to the grass beside it. She began to tear into the flesh of her prey, the blood and meaty scents making her stomach rumble with hunger. The noise of her eating was the only thing to be heard in the silence of the early dark morning and she found peace in laying there with her meal though she wouldn't mind company either.