Stone Circle Coming to

She managed to hold her footing, but the larger wolf wasn’t so lucky. He took a tumble, and Selkie’s ears pinned back, her face twisting into a cringing expression of chagrin. The bird had careened off into the bushes, and the coppery she wolf was left feeling faintly embarrassed. “Sorry!” she hurried to say, her bright face fading into a mask of apology.

“I’m fine,” she responded with a bob of her head, maw opening momentarily in a grin to indicate she was being truthful. “Yeah, reckon so!” Her tail gave a flick as she looked after the bird, half crouched and wondering if she should simply give chase there and then.

Had Selkie wanted to wait to see if the male had a plan, her stomach would have defied her. It gave a growl as if resenting her hesitance, and the she wolf launched from her crouch into a run in the pheasant’s wake.