Stone Circle moðir

as realizations go, this was not of great surprise, but it did sting. sanja could not help the fluff of her shoulders or the lash of her tail, which stopped and became stiff against her hocks; she felt at once possessive of this place and furious to be denied, yet also, she understood. she had not been kind to those born to her — only bjarna; and her daughter's scent was no longer here either.

without me, there would be no heim. she points out, a fact she often enough used to get what she wanted in the past. a furrow to her brow — where gunnar? i speak with him.

the old man would clear this up! who was this woman? sanja was too agitated for the time being to find a name for that face, but she felt she knew it now, barely. her eyes squint, and she looks one way then another, around tauris in search of the elder.