Stone Circle Rage and Grief beset

If she wouldn’t mind. Her eyes went back to the den, breathing out a soft sigh.

I want to be close in case he crashes during the night. I’m going to fight til the very end for this boy. Faun closed her eyes, then opened them again.

The new wounds…they’re canid. Was anyone with him when he came here? Any scents on his coat? Your messenger said he was raving about demons. She sat there in the mouth of the den, worry stark on her face. What exactly had the boy she had just helped ran into that would hunt him down like that?

Demon, indeed.