Stone Circle I don't know if you was telling me the truth all along

She took to the borders more frequently now with the arrival of Sanja's pups. They were small. Vulnerable. The children, and the pack. Taktuq found she trusted @Inkeri most with caring for their Móðir. She knew her language, knew her better, seemed to know something of herbs and remedies. She had been the one to bring the cobwebs, after all. The one who had been first to stop the bleeding. While she cared for Sanja, Taktuq took her responsibility along the pack's outer rim. Watching. Guarding. Protecting those most vulnerable within. They each had their place within Kvarsheim. If even for the time being, this would be hers.

And how good she did! For a wolf cut across the distant field, one who had not called for them, one who Taktuq thought looked much like one of the bison on the plains, towering and dark. The language he walked with gave away very little of who he was - what his intentions were - what his intentions would become.

Who is this one who nears our stones? she felt like a mouse before him, but she flagged her tail high, and held her chin even higher, despite the nerves that cracked beneath her skin. Her eyes glinted with a softer fire than her mother's, but no less strong. This is Kvarsheim's claim.