Stone Circle Little hawk

“Mmm rock,” her smile glints in answer, but her ears perk at the oddity, having observed turtles at the river before though never had the mind to hunt them. She butts at his side and pulls herself up out of the warmth of Tréheim into the new coolness of autumn.

“Been dying to try that. Lead the way,” she gestures, waiting for her son to cut their path and blinking the weariness from her eyes.