Stone Circle Standing here in front of you.

A month of endless questions, and worry and running a pace around the den site. The old man had done his best. He owed her nothing, she owed him nothing, but a part of him wanted to take care of her and the little ones. Be what ever they may need, friend, hunter etc. Though, he had left early in the chill to hunt.

So it was with surprise and a weasel in his jaw that he found her standing outside. He dropped the meat, his fathers language curling from his mouth.

Sanja? Are you well?