Stone Circle chido

Perhaps the truth. Perhaps she had been swift to doubt the river woman’s sincerity. Or otherwise, a feigned ignorance.

Maybe Silvertongue was too preoccupied with picking flowers for Gunnar to take notice of Modir’s swelling belly and the way she sidled beside the father of her cubs. She smirks the thought away.

“It is my duty as Nornir to question the motives of those who walk our land,” She explains plainly, the inference thinly veiled. “Especially those who fail to amend their mistakes.”

She holds tense a moment before breaking eye contact, softening if only slightly. "I don't want a man like that around the cubs."