Stone Circle now, which is the future you're choosing before you go dying?

though she spoke never, she knew every meaning in the gentler wolf's words.

the girl drew close, surprised by the instinctual imperative that bid her to match this stranger's smooth stride step for step.

rushwater sounded in her ears as they came to a stony creek whose surface was limned with ice.

they drank and then they moved on; after an hour in forsythia’s company it was if the girl had belonged here all along. 

that night she slept with belly full and mind rested, content within the sanctity of six tall, protective stones.