Stone Circle An arrow in the wall.

She tried to be patient. But when most of a week went by, Towhee grew restless. Why hadn’t anyone come to fetch her? She knew her son wouldn’t simply ignore her presence, so perhaps her message had gotten lost in translation?

She stood at the borders once more, calling for an audience. Towhee hoped a different wolf would come this time, preferably Fig himself but anyone who could properly understand her. Maybe someone else would simply take her to him, though Towhee knew better than to get her hopes up there.