Stone Circle take a stab

She approaches, feeling that wary jump in her throat. He is a dark, sleek figure, with harvest-colored eyes and who had somehow known to call for Fig here. Her greeting for Reverie is a sweep of nose to the line of her jaw before she takes a stand beside her, tail cautiously aloft.

“Welcome to Kvarsheim,” there was speculation in her eyes, bright curiosity. Did he look familiar?

“Who’s your friend, Rev?”