Stone Circle Heartland

“Tree is… tré.” She’ll conclude with a narrowing of eye over Skáld’s infectious hysterics. “Not pulling my leg- are ya?” She prods at his shoulder with a snaking toe.

“Tréheim.” She ponders. Simple, easy to remember.

She flattens her chest with a paw, “Tauris,” then transfers that paw to his, “Skáld," lastly she dives into the denmouth to pop her head up over the lip and with a bark declare it as,“Tréheim!”

She cants her nose to peer down at the auburn colt, awaiting the verdict of a most particular arbiter.

“Skáld likes Tréheim?”