Stone Circle Here I be

hungry could be an understatement: the girl had one mouth and three personalities to feed — with another growing somewhere darkly along her belly. 

she inches forward, focusing her blurry gaze on the packmate. a stranger, but someone whose scent was interlaid with that of the meadow. and kindness — much kindness in that gaze that communicated she was a safe person for the girl to lay her trust within. 

she watched as somewhere off of inkeri’s silhouette streaking phosphenes of green swirled. focusing with no shortage of concentration, the girl sat up and cocked her head in silent query.