Stone Circle the devil in hell’s kitchen

In the meantime, Noma tries to find the warmth again. Shedding most of it in her walk—with no reward—makes it difficult to find the heat. She tucks away in the back with her legs beneath her, head low, and her eyes closing to preserve further energy. The time it takes them to leave and return is lost on her and when the bark fills her ears, she flinches in surprise. No one steps into the den but she can smell blood and the dust of feathers, in addition to the stranger that had approached them. Wardruna’s is not prevalent just yet and she hesitates uncurling and slipping outside the den again.

Partly because she’ll lose all her heat again.

After a moment, she chuffs her exit and awkwardly slips from the den. The turkey radiates warmth and she wants to break in and curl up inside and eat her way out but she restrains herself, offers the brute a smile, and before she sees Wardruna’s return, breaks into the belly of the kill.

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