Stone Circle the wicker wolf

The boy had hurt her. Oh he hadn't meant too, but he had cut her head and scratched her face and she felt tears well up in her eyes, but she fought them.

She couldn't blame him. He was so little and such terrible things had happened to him. How could she blame him. And she had wrongly told him what to do. She should have used mud.

Inkeri shifted. My I help you? You? With some of the pain? Sometimes mud. she looked down then. Or I can call your mother. Mother.

SHe thought for sure that Tauris would be mad at her, but she had done her best. Hadn't she? Despite it all she had done what she could. She sniffled, but didn't cry. She longed to help the little one. To pull her to him, like she would her own children.