Stone Circle chido

A gust of wind reveals Gunnar on her and Tauris’ eyes narrow as they rake over the woman. She had not been blind to Silvertongue’s offering at Germanicus’ trial: a bouquett for Faðir? What was that? Now this: their scents commingled.

Why has she come? To preserve a controlling interest over the valley; over Gunnar? And so shamelessly close to Taktuq’s due date. Her spine ripples. If she had any patience before, she certainly had none now.

“You’ve heard the news I imagine? Móðir and Faðir’s litter is due any day now.” Her tail casts aside in annoyance.

“We’re all quite occupied with the impending litters.”