Stone Circle Hounds of Athens

It was rare, this day. Days of muggy, rainy, clouded weather had given way to this; a beautiful, warm day with but a few fluffy clouds floating above. A brisk breeze flew through the Glenn every so often, sifting through her thickening fur and bringing a chill that the warmth quickly chased away. Raising her three through the winter would be a challenge, but she was devoted.  Without a mate, she had to do double the work, and at times it wore on her. Today she basked alone, children safe behind her, and for a brief, fleeting moment wished the freedom she had known. She had not known that freedom for weeks, always close to her children, worry tugging at her constantly. As she reclined in the clearing, her expression turned wistful as she thought of such things, waiting for the day she could detach herself from her children without fear.
@Grayday!