Stone Circle I used to think that silence was golden.

She could not understand the scene she came upon - Sanja, bleeding out, with Inkeri and a stranger around her. Inexplicably her nostrils flared. Some base instinct searched for another scent around them. Predator. Cat.

But she found nothing unusual, save for a familiarity in the man (as far as his scent went) and the presence of others.

Children.

She might have gasped, if she'd had time to think before hurrying forward in time to catch the stranger's words.

Cobwebs? she asked, and already started backpedalling her steps, unable to dwell on any thoughts of what was happening, only on what they had to do, of course - of course! I will find you more!

She knew not how to apply the cobwebs, only how to collect. Taktuq retreated, without listening for more.