Stone Circle You're my favorite book

@Figment had done so much. He’d been a constant. She’d never had anyone anticipate her needs before. She’d go to open her mouth and there he’d appear in the threshold of the burrow, answering a question before she’d have the good sense to ask it. The cubs would scream and he’d be the first to attend them, even if he wasn’t properly awake himself.

There’d been vicious discomfort. She’d had to share more of herself than she’d ever wanted. She’d had to struggle with burns in her changing body, the dark lines under her eye that now marked her as a mother, the new swelling in her middle that may never again flatten. But there was an intimacy in all of this as she began to forget what was her own self and what was his.

He's her favorite stranger.

It’s night when the children are dozing, yet sleep won't find her because she’s thinking of him.

“Come here,” she murmurs into his ear and marshals on her elbows from the den, not daring to draw even a single breath until a few strides have elapsed and they’re well beyond the firing range of fussy infant.