Stone Circle Wonder

She likes to think that, on a good day, she is quite chivalrous. She’d never exactly been a pinnacle of grace but with patience and guidance she was growing into a diplomat for the stone pack. Unfortunately today was not a good day. Pregnancy had given precious few of those. It was mercilessly hot and her tired muscles strained against the extra weight. When she heard Gunnar and his suggestive limp pass to attend a loner at the border her hackles bristled and she wrangled to her feet. It would appear there were two flirting with their bounds. She stalks silently to Gunnar’s side, a quiet support if such a thing was needed here, eyes driving between the young pair.