Stone Circle I'll hang my head beside the willow tree

Closing his mouth, his jaw having fallen open at the sight of her mangled face and ear, Selamuit swallowed thickly and nodded his head. As mature and wise as the young boy already was, this was not the situation for a child. With a quivering lip, Sela turned to head back to the rendezvous site. There would be consequences for wandering off, but once again this was not the first thought on his mind. There would be an adult with his siblings, there always was. Even when it wasn't his father, it was his aunt, or his uncle, or a cousin.

He hadn't made it two feet, before he was barreling into the tall legs and broad chest of his father...