Stone Circle Standing here in front of you.

The bare truth of it: she had not seen them until their eyes had opened, and afterwards imagined herself in dire sleep while they feasted upon her day after day, as a wolf feasts on a kill, and it had chilled her so deeply that she could not somehow love them.

They were her blood, they were the future; yet they were beasts, more-so than anything Sanja had ever encountered before.

These thoughts she held tightly to herself. She swallowed them down as they emerged in the twisting of her gut. Her heart felt strangled for it.

Yes, I am sure things will change as I recover. As they get older. She nods and gives a small sigh.

That, your kill. Was that your breakfast? I do not mean to keep you from it. Come, eat. She lifts her shoulder from against the bark of the tree and turns to escort Gunnar along, so that he may rest beside the den mouth. There is a telltale cleared spot approximately his size already there, which Sanja catches sight of, and she smiles down upon it.