Stone Circle Rise With The Sun

As far as Witch knew, the only wolves here were her broken little family and the dark man that'd visited her mother the other night. When the pale grey form of another showed itself, her little face contorted in confusion. Her first instinct was to think of her mother - but her mother was in the den behind her, and the form of this wolf was far from the slimness of her mother - and worsely scarred. Her bright blue eyes narrowed, steeling against the stranger as she pulled herself into a tense sit.