Stone Circle I slithered here from Eden

“It’s Tauris,” she introduces in kind, eyes passing between his own and the crooked gait, though only for the concern that his step might be soothed by a healer from their neighboring riverclan. Still, the meeting of two wolves along a pack border was no casual affair, and her notice over his limp could have implied that this gaunt little wolf was a liability.

Leaving Sven in the watchful care of Ingram, she ushers the warmgray stranger into Kvarsheim.

“Moss- call me 'ma’am' one more time and I’ll rip your tongue out. Got it?” She flicks her tail coldly, but the corners of her mouth betray a little amusement."What is it you do?"