Fox's Glade all i've got is instinct

Sanja did not approach the stones at first. She waited and watched as Inkeri focused upon them, took the rabbit from her shoulders, and split it in to manageable pieces.

The smell of blood perfumed the air.

The woman was painted red.

She took some of the pieces to one stone, the rest to the other, and placed them carefully as if the stones were an altar. Perhaps they were; Sanja had been nervous about them. She hadn't studied them in great depth.

The woman was not religious. She wasn't even sure if she was spiritual; but she appreciated the sight of the offerings anyway. There was something viceral about witnessing someone act on impulse in such a way.

She chuffed to the other woman and when she'd garnered Inkeri's full attention, wagged her tail as a swaying pendulum.

Inkeri, the woman murmured,
Inkeri... heim? Sanja motioned after a moment to the rolling hills and the seer stones; was this her home? Heim hér?