Stone Circle Rage and Grief beset

She shook her head, slowly, sighing out a breath.

I know. The memory of the girl, her legs trembling, her eyes full of tears, upon the pack lands of Atausikut.

Perhaps more than you realize. She turned her leg to the side, looking down at the faint, whiplike scar up the inside of her leg. She sighed, softly again, then looked back up at Gunnar.

It might not be too far from the truth, but until he’s awake, we won’t know what he was seeing. If it was just a feverish hallucination or his mind trying to rationalize what happened to him. Her ears swiveled to the side.

He has a long road.