Stone Circle she holds the hand that holds her down

she was oblivious to the turmoil of mother bear.

the world of bjarna was new and glorious and so different than the shadow of the bear. here she had the light of mother bear and the blessing of the stag.

she flopped onto her rear.

then watched as mother bear moved to grasp at the rib, thrashing and tearing. but not yet did it break free. she was prompted to try again now and she did so with a renewed outlook on things.

her head whipped just as mother bear's had. oversized paws pressed against the other rips and with a final crack it broke free. and she met the earth with a sudden thump onto her back. but this did not bother her one bit.

she stared at mother bear with the rib in her mouth still.