Stone Circle Time has come today

“No. Yes. Maybe,” she grunts sheepishly, though she knew it would be unconscionably cruel for a quiet young woman like Vale to den near their burrow of screaming infants. Still, the forest was wide and she was confident with Skáld’s help they would find some place suitable, where the systir could begin to lay down her own roots.

“Tomorrow, then,” she decides, placing a paw along her shoulder and gently ruffling the woman’s auburn shawl, mouth healing with a lift of a smile. “I appreciate you.”