Stone Circle I used to think that silence was golden.

If she had stayed to listen and panic had not driven her away, she might have heard the next commands the stranger directed to the wolves of the Circle. As it was, she was single minded, her thoughts set on cobwebs and very little else.

She grabbed a stick and sought to catch as many as she could. In these morning hours, the webs were easy to see, glistening with few drops in the early sun.

Were these sufficient? How could she know! She was no healer!

Instinct drove her back, a base understanding someone better should be out here - and when she arrived, she would settle into the place most needed for her to be, whether exchanging positions with Inkeri, so she could follow out in finding whatever instructions for medicine she had missed, or taking one of the pups towards herself to woo and calm them.

And she prayed, all the while.