Stella sat on her brother’s chosen log, away from the rest of the group. The small fire they used for warmth and cooking cast an orange glow on her stoic face. Her brother, Ragnar, was away on patrol. Anytime he left to hunt or patrol, she felt down and alone. She was friendly with the rest of the group but was closest to her brother and always gravitated toward him and stuck to his side whenever he returned.
Ragnar noticed her dependence on him and decided to take steps to push her to be comfortable on her own, or at least to make other friends apart from him. That was why he stopped letting her go on patrols or hunts with him, hoping she would be forced to mingle with the others. But unknown to him, Stella was always perched on that log, waiting for him to return.
As she stared off int
