Stone Circle Little movements So divine

An afternoon in Summer is warmer than she’s ever felt, and thoughts drift to Inkeri, as so often they did of the mothers-to-be. She makes her way towards the den the Skáti shares with her cubs’ father, summer heat collapsing in on her through the wide upland, but cooling off in the dappled shade of the aspens. Inkeri is there, glowing in the noon-day light.

“Hey, Ink,” she greets a bit shyly. “Mind if I join you?”