Stone Circle you cannot kill what you did not create

having lived in this place for a couple of weeks now, you'd have thought sanja had explored every inch of it. that was untrue; she had grown fat, uncomfortable because of it, and was often too distracted by bjarna to go far afield.

that a den sat hidden among the trees, or in the meadow, would not be of much surprise. that someone had been living right under her nose here, where the standing stones were exposed to the elements, was a shock.

a spry white wolf approached over a burm. they spoke, and sanja turned her head sharply to catch a glimpse of the corpulent cloud of their belly; they were like her, ill.