Stone Circle she holds the hand that holds her down

bjarna, as she was now, was dawned in a new life that morning.

a good cleaning for the first time in weeks. some mud stains lingered, of course, but she seemed otherwise clean for it now. the leanness that riddled her body showed easier with the damp fur that clung to her.

she may have looked wolfish if not for her face.

now they traveled some more. which was a bearable task after sleep, feeding and cleaning.

bjarna had not cried since arriving.

and nor did she need to hear the now familiar words more than twice to plunge into the meal. teeth working away at the some of the meat that had been ripped away. softer parts favored more than others. her tail whipped behind her for this gluttonous moment.

she removed herself from the carcass, but found herself enraptured by a bone.

she began to tug onto a rib, grunting for the hard work of it all.