Stone Circle take a stab

“No,” her voice comes out abruptly stilted and she glances to Fig. He is the man who has reformed his entire life to be here, who has accepted those she cares about as his own. And couldn’t she do the same? She is still learning how to trust, but as she shifts her eyes to look into the face of the man who raised Fig, she sees so much of him there: the same patience, and openness, the handsome lines of his cheeks, even his scent held an air of familiarity, and affection with it.

“Please, stay-” her small smile is for them both and she disappears into the den.

When she reappears, it is with a pair of pups held gently by their ashy scruffs.

She places @Swift and @Katla down at the feet of their grandfather.