Stone Circle all come to look for america

These slow weeks in the wake of Gunnar’s death had all but shattered her tolerance, rendering a seething disquiet in the Nornir, who had always conducted herself with caution. It burned now into fierce vigilance.

She returned to solemn duty but on a knife’s edge, tearing fervently into an investigation of strife along the southeast border where scents betrayed a thick gathering of wolf.

She paces along the highland cusp while a call for the skati @Inkeri and @Vale Enid trills the wind.