Stone Circle apple of my eye

Being in a pack was more difficult than she had expected, and not simply the physical exertion weighed her down. The fact that some would consider her food, that Valette had told Murdock not to get attached, and many things besides had a heavy mantle of stress rest on her. She patrolled the borders as she knew the wolves did, though the activity was dull and weary. She hunted often, and had learned as the snow-crusted over, grew deep and cold, that she could fly across it's surface, light as wind and growing better still at traversing the land in winter time. She caught an adequate amount of food to sustain herself, bed with Murdock when the chill of the evening had her race back towards their den, and lived her smaller life in, and yet separate, from the pack. But today had her gather the courage to scan the territory, not for prey, but for the face of another.