Stone Circle the wicker wolf

There sits her sopping, muddy, swollen mess of a boy, so serious and determined to conserver a dour glare. He was absolutely ridiculous! And with one glance, she breaks into hysterical, roiling laughter! That was one way to learn to leave wasps well alone.

Inkeri had told her where to find her son by the river and she’d been quick to cross the field after thanking the woman for her care.

“Oh baby,” she coos between tempered giggles, “Does it hurt?”