Stone Circle you shall find that

There was… a familiarity about him Taktuq could not place. She had never met the man, for she was sure if she had, she would have remembered him. A giant among his peers, he cut a striking figure against the dawning sky.

Only, when he spoke, her eyes lit up.

Nanoq Greyback. A name of kindred and hearth. Though she had never heard the two together, she had heard them apart, within Easthollow, this place she thought all had forgotten in the annuls of time —

All but her. All but him.

All at once, she found herself drawn taller, drawn forward in a lean filled with excitement. Her smile brimmed and her tail filled the air with a generous sway.

Welcome Nanoq, lost son of Easthollow! and she laughed, because she could not contain herself! I am daughter of the same! Daughter of Nanook and Siarut, and niece of Valette. Valette! Was it her she saw, in the lines of this man’s face? Yet he carried her own mother’s name! She looked upon him with new eyes, bright and warm with affection, as kin surveying kin.