Stone Circle this i vow

@Polaris
border patrol

It was the early morning and she was already up. Having washed quickly and prepared herself with a prayer to her gods, Zola would promise them to have Easthollow's best interests in heart. So this morning she would patrol. It was an important part of being in a community - pack or tribe.

And if she had to do it alone, she would. Roaming to the border of the pack's land, she noted the tall standing stones with subtle awe. Did the gods here place them? Were they a wonder of nature? She would have to seek out someone who knew so she could ask.

Yet it was not important right now. Zola stretched idly, shaking her back paws one by one. Just as she prepared to march up and down the border, she spotted another approaching.

polaris loved the morning; there was something so ethereal in the tranquility it offered. the gentle act of the world stirring from its slumber for yet another day. mist twisting leisurely with the scintillate of sun kissed, frosty grass whilst the birds that still braved out the chill hummed their morning merriments and everything else occuring about her as infinitesimal as it may seem- wondrous. 

a soft huff, visible breath loosed in the form of a content sigh as the dove shook herself and lapsed into a stroll to save muscles stiffening if those frigid claws got ahold of them. and only moments later would the twinkle of keen eyes snag upon the unfamiliar figure of another, and although she is aware that easthollow had recently accepted a woman into their ranks-- there is still that moment in time. a mere few seconds perhaps, but she feels the shudder of a skittering heart, the instincts screaming their wayward commands as muscles twitch uncomfortably-- the lingering terror their ruffian neighbours had successfully instilled within them. for no matter how serene the humble home of easthollow seemed, that taint still licked hungrily at their borders.

a swallow and a slight clench of her jaw and that moment came to an end- likely too brief a thing for her company to even notice and yet the girl was still all too aware of its prominence. 

yet her lilt is chipper as she picks up pace on nimble paws to greet her pretty company "hello! you're new here right? i'm polaris it's very nice to meet you" a swish of her tail as she observed the earthen woman with that curiosity that always poked at the wanderlust lingering in her heart when meeting a traveller that had come across their home.

"Yes - am new" came her reply to the friendly greeting. Zola's tail wagged slowly behind her, accustomed to the friendliness of Easthollow thus far. "am Zola Abara." she dips her head to Polaris respectfully. The woman was not... familiar with ranks, but she knew this was a polite thing to do. 

Tribe did not have ranks. Pack had ranks. Tribe had classes of work. Pack had superiority. Zola would work hard - as she had always done - to achieve anything she wanted. Right now, all she wanted was to be part of their family. Her amber eyes shifted to the border. "Was going to, ah, patrol? Wish to join?" she asked her new companion.