Stone Circle Between two worlds

The giants are joined by a veiled shadow who treads forward, and a question rends the cold air that threads between them. They shed their silhouette for tawny wolf-fur, and a face starkly cut but holding so much benevolence. He looms tall before her, but he seemingly does not look down on her.

She bids herself to rise and to look bright-eyed into him, as if she must prove there is more beneath this feeble shell.

“Hello,” She greets in sounds clipped and wavering, “I apologize for not announcing myself sooner. My name is Tauris- is this… Kvarsheim?” She searches the man for recognition, but there is no mistaking this land.