Stone Circle how we love is what will last

Her line of view is cropped by the horizon of the little hill upon which she flattens herself. An investigator is here to scrutinize what’s been done.

Tauris does not reveal herself. She watches with a low chin upon her paws as the lady dances between the cairns. Of the pack, she must be. And so it is reasonable to assume there is no common language between them. Or maybe, and more likely, she fears a scolding for desecrating the sacred site.

Finally the lady in silver rests. Tauris shifts her weight back, attempting to slip undetected from this place.