Stone Circle Heartland

all welcome but maybe @Skáld ? <3

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Once-quiet Kvarsheim is much altered. The arrival of the maimed boy slips them into a tumultuous pace. From Riverclan comes a twosome, a pair of healers she imagines. She makes herself scarce to watch the comings and goings from her distant plot. In the prattle and weave of new smells, her heart will secretly crave again for empty wilderness.

In the evenings she goes to see the boy, yet only when she thinks he’ll be unattended. Which is not often. The red Riverclan woman plies him with herbs and consorts with Gunnar frequently. The boy’s eyes remain shut, but she’ll listen for the beat of his heart, look for the lift of his chest pulling air. She brings him little gifts from the day: a grouse, a warbler’s egg, a nearly-grown froglet she’s stolen from the moorlands.

Gunnar keeps her fed. The stress of a daily hunt waived allows her to parse out her time on other things. So she decides to dig a den, but first she must find a suitable place to do so.

She ambles along a western-facing slope, testing little nooks of the ground with her paw, and taking a good sniff before moving to the next plot a few yards or so away.