Three years ago, Kara was bitten by the beast in the fields. Her husband drove it off with a pitch fork. She gave birth to a monster, and the Wise Woman, who was acting as mid-wife, held it while Kara strangled it.
Down to earth. Has to get on with life, make the most of what's left of it. There's no point dwelling on the past, though no one can imagine what it was like to give birth to a monster. Only she knows what that really feels like, and she recalls the sweet Ingrid and cannot imagine the same fate for her.