Stone Circle Nobody helped, but you was right to be mad and cry

For @Tauris!

Sól was still quite depressed. She had stopped hunting, and instead took to pacing around Bjarna's old den more often than not. When she wasn't there, she was at the standing stones — just watching them. Thinking.
Why were they here? What was their purpose? Sól was staring up at them now from a slight distance, wondering what Bjarna had thought of them and what stories she might have told. Whatever her thoughts, they had vanished with the girl herself. Now Sól would never really know — so she wasted her hours on speculation, a path without any closure. It didn't make her feel any better.