Stone Circle and the smell of the ground.

she is certain, now—though there is an odd moment of deju vu as calls for @Valette and @Greyback. once, years ago, her father did much the same; both morningside, and whatever would come of this, stemmed from the same pack. she expects nerves, doubt, but there is only anticipation for what is to come, for the first time in a long while, untarnished hope.

it is morning, and the woman is near the great herds; it is these she watches as she waits for the leader. she ought to be near, according to her usual schedule, though the huntress is content to wait as she watches the gentle grazing of the far-out bison.