Stone Circle you shall find that

She poised like a standing stone beneath her mother’s arch. The morning breeze shifted around her. Cold, and still without the promise of spring.

A howl touched the air.

Taktuq lifted her head and strained her eyes to see who made the call. The speck of a wolf shifted there upon the snow, tall and alone - and she rose to meet him.

Silver paws carried charted a swift course, the little hill that led to the outer plains giving her the high ground. She surveyed him from a far, and as she neared. Gunmetal, with fur to withstand any winter. Bright eyed, and lined in moonlight. Ethereal here upon the plain.

Salutitsinik, moonlight traveller, she greeted, though she knew by now very few on this side of the wilds held her mother’s tongue. I am Taktuq Ateneq, of Kvarsheim, of the land of standing stones. And her gaze, though dancing, implored him to speak.