Wapun Meadow ii. and an isle you must be

He gave her a curt nod and sucked in a breath, thinking hard of the question: What does Rhælla's future hold? He stared at the stones, picturing the one-eyed shadow. Slowly, he released the breath and cast the stones away with a flick of a paw. He watched them cast, remembering each of the runes he'd pictured them as. "You imagine their interactions as a story and it is up to one's interpretation." He murmured, explaining the method.

Algiz sat in a way that the Shaman saw as leading to Ehwaz then to Laguz. Elk (protection) led to the horse (balance) and water (life.) He spoke as he interpreted the first three to her. 
"Then comes Teiwaz whish means Tyr, the sky god. He represents a warrior and rationality. Next to it is Jera which is a year. Rewards, the cycle of nature, happiness." He looked to her for a moment, gauging a reaction.

"On it's own but still close is Perthro which is change. Perhaps the former events will bring change." He continued on, talking as he interpreted to create the story for her.
In an arc was Dagaz which was dawn and power to change one's self, next was Mannaz which was humans. The two-legged furless creatures that terrorized. His face fell solemn when he spoke of this to Rhælla. He'd never met one but he knew they were bad. The last in the arc was Raidho which is journey. Sometimes the humans took wolves and took them to other places.
"I don't know what you make of this. Strange times are upon us." His face twisted with concern, trying to decipher a new meaning but couldn't. He carried on with the last stones.
"Sowilo is the sun. Good and guidance. Close is Hagalaz which is stone. Disruption and change." Well, from his point of view it started good and perhaps, for a while, it would be. But after the good would come the humans and the change. He worried for her, but it could be changed. The reading of the stones can always be changed.
He studied her, wondering what she made of it.