Stone Circle I'm back biches

As winter gave way to spring, the woman roused from the swamp where she had lived through the chill and snow. She had made a promise moons ago: she would return to the pack where Camlo had gone in spring. The blooming buds of the trees above her, the gradual warmth of the air told her that the winter was over, and spring had come. The Chovahani's creaky limbs brought her back to the borders of the Easthollow foro, the pack. 

She sat there, her head tipped back, calling for @Steady, the pack leader, but more importantly, @Calloon, her Camlo, the sweet drahá that brought her through that first cold storm.