Stone Circle Heavy are the winds from the east, they have come to see

She stole a moment of delight for herself that they might stay and be a family. She and Reverie and Taktuq would be proper sisters, raising their children together, coursing the highlands, trading amusing stories of their men, and at night they would come together and thank the ancient stones for the life they lived. And the storms would pass over Reverie, the strength of their love would be inaccessible.

“That’s kind of you,” she spoke to Boone’s offer, tail unfurling in a sway and a little leap that beckoned them into the packlands.

“Come, eat first. We have a lot to catch up on,” her eye glisters. She wanted Reverie to meet her children, she wanted her to meet Fig.