Stone Circle clach-thalmhainn

Taktuq did her rounds.

Having stood sentry on the stones for the better half of the morning, she had descended and struck out towards Pando Clone Forest — Prisnalund, as her new companions called it. In her heart these lands would always hold the names her ancestors had given them, even if her tongue spake different.

She wove through the trees, thinking of many things. Sanja and her children. Ethan and the ones she would soon bear. Life came to Stone Circle again, but at what cost? Sanja clung to life by a thread as thin as a cobweb. Would Ethan be the same? And what about their numbers? Would they hold fast through winter, once children outnumbered the teeth to provide?

Taktuq spotted the man on the edge of the meadow, still rife with summer flowers. Strong, and dark, like Valette had been - only this one, handsomely so.

She made her way towards him, dispelling her worries. Fear still gripped her whenever she came here. The feeling of teeth at her hocks. The sound of them driving her from Easthollow.

Hello, he stood much different than her. Stoic, and perfectly still. She offered him a warm smile, her movements gracious, but seeking to speak authority. This was her land, and if he sought trouble, she would not stand idly by, you have an odd way of seeking audience, a quiet observation, more than a judgment, What leads you to Kvarsheim, taarujuttuk?