Stone Circle the devil in hell’s kitchen

He doesn’t have time to do or say anything when someone else approaches. Most of her days are filled only with Wardruna that it takes a few seconds to register and she slowly looks in the stranger’s direction. Her gaze remains on him for a moment, listening to the accusing questions, but they are back on Wardruna to flounder to excuse his actions.

It surprises her he comes up with something at all, something that—on top of his brutish use of the common tongue—might be plausible. She licks her lips a few times, staring down at the kill on the ground before her attention is redirected to what he calls her. He does not use the word native to his tongue (not that she’d expect him to confess to such a thing) but he manages to mask it anyway.

Slowly, she lowers her rear to the ground but she still remains hunched and small, only lifting her nose a little as she considers giving him a hand with the word he is looking for but she does not, waiting to see how the stranger takes to the explanation.