Stone Circle I've got a whole lot of problems, just trying to get by

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This is a nightmare she’s had frequently. That a man will come into the pack at evening and with a deadened soul and wants to be let in. This one is far from dead and he knows how to breathe into her a fresh anger that lifts every hair and blows cold air over the threshold of her body. With an erect tail and a guttural growl she poises herself before him, planting each paw down forcefully like one of the immovable ancient seer stones.

“This is Kvarsheim. It is governed with amity and decorum by our Móðir and Faðir. Unfortunately for you, I have neither.”

“Remember me?” Her eyes hold fast over his. Perhaps he will not, she is not so desperate and weak as the previous winter had rendered her. He's still just as scrawny and pathetic but she takes no satisfaction in the fact that he remains very much unchanged.

Oh, but she will keep her promise.

“I hope you can run as quickly as your tongue.”

With a snarl she breaks into sprint and barrels for him.