Stone Circle björn

Inker watched as the youngling shredded her gift. Her little rumpled face though probably not as cute on an adult in some cases. Was adorable on baby face.

Shexste some of the meat aside and Ink was confused by it. But she had no way to comment. It was clear the child didnt speak common like Sanja.

Inker shifted to allow the child draw near. She offered her own cursory scent. She smelled like child and Sanja.