Stone Circle Tonight we feast

The call for the pack had her lurch from the remnants of her meal as she attempted to pinpoint the howl, discarding the twiggy spine of the ground squirrel easily. Prancing to her feet, she made haste towards the source of the howl, pausing a moment to find the familiar form of Murdock before making her final approach, slipping beside him and staring out at the bison. "those are big," she muttered to the male, tail twitching behind her. She'd known that, but she'd kept her distance from the herd well enough, never getting close enough to realize their true height. They seemed commanding, unmovable, and she doubted that she or any other sheepdog could herd such beasts.