Stone Circle You fought and died, I fought and lost

His blood was here. Disa shifted where  she sat. Like a still significant proportion of the wolves that called the wilds home, she was a wanderer, but it would be a lie to say that she wanted to stay that way. She had not intended for Verapaz to sink its teeth in her at all, but old habits and millions of years of evolution died hard.

"Try," Disa suggested, but it sounded like a command. "Go west, or north, and try. I really don't like your chances for the role of spooky loner in the woods – you're not nearly unpleasant enough, and frankly, it would be sad." Strapping young men ought to be home making babies and tending to borders.