Stone Circle crawling underneath my skin

she settled further into the plump bed of moss, sighing. if there was one thing good about this, it was spring, and what was slowly turning to summer. she had few memories of autumn, and this season was the first comfortable one she had experienced. a chuff had her twist, twinge of nervousness having her eye the woman with slight unease. but there was a familiarity there, though she could not quite pin to who. familiar footsteps and scent had her relax, however, and turn to greet her brother as he did so affectionately. she rose, giving a happy little wiggle, and nipping at his shoulder in the same tender affection. 

now that he was here, the stranger did not seem formidable in the least, and she visibly relaxed, offering a hollow chuff in return, gaze glinting in a friendly manner as she stood beside her brother, at ease completely his prescence. there was a hint of stoicism in her stance, yet no hostility towards the packamte.