Stone Circle They are trying to do the unimaginable

Spirits, he’s slappable. She wanted to tell him as much.

Instead she peels her lip, exposing her fangs, letting her tail swell over her back. Mind your rank, was the wordless warning. She didn’t care if she was being unreasonable- in her mind the onus was entirely on him.

Still, the nornir grit her teeth on the olive branch of peace. This was for Gunnar.

She flares her nostrils in a snort of impatience and lowers her muzzle to the ground in a search for leads.