Stone Circle louder than god's revolver and twice as shiny

@Newt
staying vague about keen's injuries. will be AW after a few rounds <3

To say that she'd never imagined herself returning to Easthollow would be a lie; she's always known, in some capacity, that she would return to these borders one day. The bittersweet call of home is unlike anything she has encountered before or since, and it is rare that a day passes without a single thought spared for her family, for the towering stones and stretching fields she'd been raised upon. But she hadn't imagined a reunion — had never dared to think her paws might cross Easthollow's borders while Greyback still inhabits the territory; surely by then, her mother would be only a memory, and her siblings scattered to the winds. She'd conjured a ghost town in her mind, abandoned by all save the dead and the earth itself somewhere in the distant future, and part of her had enjoyed the thought. She could have claimed it for herself — built a new life from the ashes —
Yet it is almost like she never left. New scents wreath the borders, as strong as ever, and she hesitates, lingering where the scents are thickest. But this is her home — her birthplace. She has a right to be here, doesn't she? Reminding herself that her mother would never allow harm to come to her (when she's around, a cruel voice reminds her), she presses on, gaze still flitting warily over the landscape as if she may be attacked at any moment. I could be killed, she thinks, and the thought locks her aching limbs into place without warning. She stumbles slightly, catching herself with a sharp breath at the sudden pressure on her injured shoulder. What am I doing here? She mutters into the silence, head dropping a little as the weight of the situation settles on her fully. Trying to die, perhaps, in the only place she has ever found real peace — or maybe she simply wants to come home.