Stone Circle I used to think that silence was golden.

Inkeri had seen the restlessness of Sanja. And had stayed near just in case. She knew instinctively that it wasn't time, but sometimes nature had other ideas.

Blood tangy and bitter comes to Ink and she rushes forward. Sanja all laying down. Blood everywhere. Horror trickles along her spine. To be quickly replaced with drive. First thing. She checks on Sanja licking her face then onto the littles. Cannot be cold.

She licks the sacks from three of the four and noses them to Sanja's side. The fourth cold and dead and sad. But she cannot dwell. She grasps cobwebs, ripping them from their gossamer spun homes atop trees and tries to stem the blood flow. She curls around all blood mixing into her white.

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