Stone Circle I slithered here from Eden

“Tomorrow,” the nornir agrees, a small smile twitching on her mouth. She watches as they make their careful selection, forgoing lean cuts of deer for the most minor of stock. Tauris seizes a hare by its ear and sets it in front of him. The little wolf needed more nourishment than the meager sinews of a mouse.

“First chore is to sleep in,” her eyes were soft upon him. The meadow had gone quiet as the pack retired to their respective dens. Tauris showed him to an old fox’s burrow where he could bed down for the night, promising to help him find a more permanent shelter in the coming days.

She steps back, allowing the newcomer to situate himself. It had probably been some time since he had slept in full. The pack guarded him now.

There was the possibility that he would not stay long. Perhaps this was only a place to heal before continuing on his journey- or perhaps he would find respite and a family here, as Tauris had.

“Rest well, Moss.”