Stone Circle how we love is what will last

Her first impression of the stranger is of who has been caught doing things they must not do, but Taktuq’s gaze is soft — if not a little confused. Who is this girl, and where is she from? And how did she know the weight of this place? Her earthy fur reminds her of Valette, and the grays, of Nanook.

Could this be a cousin? A daughter of her aunt?

The idea thrills her but she pushes her high hopes down… even if they linger.

Offence? Taktuq repeats, and turns her gaze to the tiger lilies once more. A gentle breeze trembles through their vibrant petals, and she lingers in a long moment’s thought before she looks to the stranger again. Did you know the ones who are buried here?