Stone Circle rising

two strangers, now. her bravery faltered, but it took a swan dive when the new stranger frowned. they knew, somehow, and she remembered distinctly the yelling, the howls, south of the woods. you don't belong here. she swallows, eyes growing blurred with tears. "I'm sorry. I'm—sorry. I'll go." she surges to her feet, wincing, and takes an uneasy step back. this was a bad idea - Niamh had made it clear what others thought of them. blinking, she shuffles backward, and should none of the women stop her, she'd eventually turn tail and shuffle away from the borders, regret and fear crashing down.