Stone Circle you show me a signpost for where I should go

They were not alone.

Even as Taktuq kept her eyes on Sanja, her ear turned outward and tipped the side, catching the sound of the other who joined them.

Who were these wolves?

Their presence here troubled her, the way this woman, Sanja, sprawled so casually across stones she and her family had once held sacred - stones she held sacred still.

"Taktuq," she offered the other, with a gesture the same. The woman's eyes spoke of intelligence, though Taktuq did not recognize her accent, nor the word she spoke. Not in syllables, anyway. Her accompanying gesture told Taktuq all she needed to know.

Heat flushed her cheeks.

She mimicked Sanja's sweeping gesture. "This is my home, too."

Not one she had lived in for a very long time - but she felt defensive over this place, over this circle, over these stones. This is where she had been born, where her mother had died, and where they had buried her. How couldn't she feel something?

Thoughts of finding the wayward child momentarily slipped her mind.