Stone Circle There are no gentle ladies here

Inkeri wore her wounds upon her soul and her body. She had fought for her very existence since teh day she was born. She had been brutalized and abused. She had been chased and chastized for choices she had never made. She had lost those she loved more than anything and she was still standing. Still fighting.

She stood upon the borders watching, waiting. Another patrol done. The leaders ahd asked and she had delivered. She would do what she could for this pack and these wolves. Even if she had to fight, something she truly hated to do. She would protect them all if she could.