Stone Circle oy

She had wandered far from the den site, and when she turned the way she had come, she had quickly discovered just how lost she was. mild fear set in as she wandered a while without seeing anyone else, the cold adding to her strife. she whined, optics watery, as she searched for someone. really, anyone.

when movement suddenly caught her gaze, she have a blubber gasp and shot rapidly in the direction of the shape, exploding out of the underbrush to ram into the other in sheer relief,  dirty and wet from her little adventure.