Stone Circle There are no gentle ladies here

A youngling came with viscious wounds upon her face. Healed wounds, but wounds none the less. Inkeri felt sick to her stomach, and she hoped above all hope. That it had not been a parent to inflict such damaged as her own parents had done. That was a different type of pain.

Inkeri dipped her head. I am Inkeri. Inkeri. I can get him. Him. Would you like me to howl? Howl?

She thought of Sven then. He must know this one. Perhaps she had met him at the hunt. Inkeri had not gone, she had decided to stay where she was comfortable. Where no one had to listen to her speak. And where she would not search in all the faces for her sister, for Merry, for her daughters. She would not feel so alone.