Stone Circle Your Trojan's in my head
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Bjarna did not return.
Sól was inconsolable. She had isolated herself from her packmates, spiraling further with each day into some kind of heaviness that never quite left her. Exhaustion became her new companion, a cold suffocating embrace to replace the warmth of Bjarna's. What was she, without her mirror? Without her mother?
Nothing. Nothing nothing nothing
And when the chorus rose to one long unbroken scream within her, Sól snapped. She went to the den she had once shared with Bjarna, the scent of others she would not know as @Sanja and @Skáld tainting the area. Others who searched for Bjarna, all those she had abandoned. In a fit of rage Sól sought to destroy the den. She didn't quite succeed — but in her fury she made an utter mess of it, her own blood sprinkled over the mix from cut gums and torn pads by the time she had finished. It was not fit to be inhabited, and that was all she had wanted.
Maybe one day Bjarna would come back, and they would restore it together. Until then, Sól would guard this ruin jealously.