Stone Circle Coming to

Blades of grass tickled her lower legs as the coppery female pressed on, coming to a halt at the first sign of nearby prey. Pulling up with leaf green eyes upon a bird who pecked rhythmically at the ground, the newcomer was – for once – glad of her diminutive size. It was easier for her to find cover quickly – and cover presented itself in the form of thick shrubbery.

So focused on the prey was Selkie that she only picked up on the male’s scent at the last moment, right before he put on a burst of speed toward the pheasant. Selkie let out a garbled shout of surprise and skidded, swerving away from the hunter and the pheasant both. She didn’t go too far, though – if the bird wasn’t caught immediately then she was ready to take it down should it come her way.