Barrow Fields There's ground to break, whatever's still to come.

She was small and fox like and he almost missed her. But he caught her sight. She didn't look up from her movements. And so the sea born settled to his haunches. He did not want to interrupt her and frankly he was tired of looking for food. So perhaps a little wolf watching, if this was a wolf could make him feel better.

What was her story? Had she swam from the sea? Had the sea dropped her as they often did. Or did she come from the forest dark and deep. Where even silence felt heavy.