Stone Circle Brill

Not long after he had called to her, the pale girl appeared with her bright eyes and her eager energy.

Swordfish lifted his head as she drew nearer. The sway of her tail was a positive sign that she hadn’t forgotten their arrangement. To his relief, it seemed that he hadn’t misunderstood her intentions, either. Bjarna truly intended to treat his wounds with her skills.

She beckoned him and the redtail nodded, dipping his snout to scoop the hare and follow where she would lead.

Kvarsheim was a wide meadow that stretched out a great distance. The stones that stood as a marker for the territory were curious. Swordfish eyed them, wondering how they had formed there. He thought to ask the pale healer if she knew anything about them. When he didn’t think he’d get the question across, he held it inside.