Stone Circle Shining

Ulfhild’s voice and the smell of rabbit reached her.

Gunnar, too. An invitation.

Careful of her way around her sleeping pups, Taktuq crawled to the den mouth to rest her head against the upper ground. Sunlight warmed her face, but even more, the presence of their Shieldmaiden.

She had caught the tail end of the words each had spoken, but she did not understand their tongue. So she looked to them with question in her eyes, and an urging to hear the request Ulfhild had made.