Stone Circle I've got a whole lot of problems, just trying to get by

“What use could you possibly have to us?” She scoffs, readying her paws against the resistance of the dirt undertow…

Until like a clap of lightning Gunnar manifests between them. Her tail bellies, ears hooking, posture lowering beneath his authority. But her lips remain pulled in snarl, ire fixed on that festering pile of barebones. Her nerves roil at once in memory of the insolence.

“Faðir,” she manages on a seething tongue, “I was informing this trespasser that Kvarsheim is no shelter for wayward thieves.”