Stone Circle he is without a heart

Miryam doesn't know whether Astara would have told the red girl to stay put or hurried off without command. so it's vague how closely she follows her mother, but she does, at a high trot to keep up. they go into the meadow. . .and then beyond. loping, now, she hurries along. her eyes are everywhere at once, taking in the new sights.

and as she descends over a small hillock, she hears voices raised. she hears the sounds of anger, reminiscent of when her mother had slain the whelps' dam. she smells blood.

there's a body that looks vaguely familiar, and her parents are both there. and a couple more familiar faces, and. . .wait. . .

the scent of a new pack, the scent that had cloaked the woman that had treated her with such tenderness. brows raised, gaze troubled, she hurries toward the Ursus wolves. they must know that danger lies here (and they do, but for different reasons than her own). nothing good would come from seeing that woman again.

HEY! she shouts, but it's drowned out by a huge booming voice, coming from the maw of a man bigger than any wolf she'd ever seen. if he wasn't so gray, she'd think it was Jaylen; as it is, he's a stranger, and she comes to a skittering halt.

a halt that brings her mere paces away from the fray.

btw y'all can skip her unless someone actually tries to fuck her up