Stone Circle Third times the charm?

She leaned into the floodgates holding back her mistrust. Apart from her eyes this wolf looked nothing like the witch — both those little similarities still stirred in her. Mismatched eyes, lingering in the valley.

Gunnar’s presence soothed her, and his lack of worry steadied the race of her thoughts.

Malila. Welcome, she offered with a smile and a cordial nod, Tauris is our Nornir — our Second here, a fleeting glance to Gunnar,  are you a friend of hers?

Tauris had never mentioned her, but perhaps they knew each other from one of her excursions beyond packlands.