Stone Circle You fought and died, I fought and lost

There was much to see beyond the lowlands, but despite the thin and very new cord that connected her to the desert, Disa found herself drawn back to it each time. The sand-blasted stone and mean, prickly vegetation was home.

She had taken a scenic route back from Moonspear, repeating the word albinism under her breath so as not to forget it. So focused was Disa on the foreign word that she had not noticed how eerily organised the stones were until she was among them. Nor the wolf that sat there, his back gray and speckled like the stones around him. It was too late not to say anything.

"Wolf," Disa said, chuffing in his direction. "What're you looking at?"