Stone Circle leynille

The fog lifted slowly as they traveled, and at some point Reverie became aware of the way the wolf scents gathered and thickened in this place. It made her nervous. This place was different, and the scents of the wolves she'd met before were notably absent, but what if someone else appeared to drive her away? And it was awfully close to the place she had just fled. What if they noticed her here, and came for her again? They'd already made it quite clear that she wasn't meant to be in places like this.
She walked close to Bjarna, flinching at every unexpected noise along the way to the creek. She wanted to trust the strange girl. The first friend she had ever made who wasn't her sibling too. Maybe if those wolves came back, Bjarna would be able to send them away. This place smelled like her, after all.
She settled reluctantly, hesitating to accept the gift of a partially-eaten rabbit. She couldn't quite remember the last time she had a meal, but she wasn't hungry either.
Eventually the guilty prickle of her conscience prompted her to pick at the meat. Her heart wasn't in it, though. She peered at Bjarna over the rabbit. This is Kvarsheim? She asked quietly, casting another nervous glance around.