Stone Circle Brill

They walked toward the aspens at a steady pace. She did not lack in speed, he found. Try as he might, when they had arrived at her place of healing and finally ceased their walking, Swordfish could not stop the heaviness in his breath.

Bjarna’s command was to rest.

Heavy-lidded eyes lifted to her features. She did not lack the kindness she had worn on the borders of the meadow pack. There was firmness only in her tone. The redtailed boy had no intention of testing this. He dropped the hare near her paws and then found a place for himself to sink to the ground.

Sorry it’s… he looked at the prey offering with a scrunched nose.

Mangled.