Stone Circle here comes a candle

It was fortunate that Sanja had recently eaten. Her belly was full and the instinctual reaction to the child's kisses amounted to one thing: regurgitation. The stag meat ranged between digested soup and chunks of hot flesh, all which caught in Sanja's throat and then fell to the dirt before the child.

She hated the taste of bile on her tongue. When the moment passed, Sanja kissed the top of the child's head and murmured something in her native tongue - too low to make any sense, but steeped all the same with a yearning. Stop your crying, baby, I am here.