Stone Circle Dearly

Down by her feet, her daughter tussles with a droplet. She cracks an eye open to watch in amusement, in awe of an imagination that turns rain into waterfalls; calm into adventure. Suddenly this quiet, festooned meadow is poorly suited to a Redhawk girl. She needs piney trees and steep ravines, hard shale underfoot and rain that surges like waterfalls.

“Yes,” Tauris warns with a shake of her ashen face, “enough rain will flood all the valley and little pups will be swept away!” She leaps through the meadow, opening up a grassy passageway behind her.

“Come, Katty! We must find high ground!”