Stone Circle Coming to

It had taken a few days for the copper furred female to settle into the fact that she had a home. Since her induction into the family of Easthollow, Selkie had rested up; when she had been active, she had walked around almost as if in a daze. It was spectacular, the weight which had been lifted, but if someone had asked her to name a sight or scent found within the last few days, she would have come up empty.

With the return of her energy, though, came the clarity she had always had before. She woke early, leaf green eyes opening to peer at a meadow shrouded in Autumn mist. Above the grasses the crowns of the aspen trees were golden, and somewhere in the distance a river gurgled and sang.

Selkie stretched before rolling to her feet, shaking out her scruffy coat and reaching round to attack a faint itch at her shoulder. It was time to start pulling her weight, and for now that meant seeking out some sustenance. Her narrow head lowered, inky nose brushing the tips of the fading grasses and she drew in the myriad scents. Herbs and earth and the crispness of the Autumn morning all drifted to her before she set off at a brisk trot. Her ears stood tall and open, ready to pick up the telltale sounds of prey and family alike.