Stone Circle Open Your Eyes, Tell Me What Do You See

A half-familiar smell was what drew her, and she approached cautiously a den. The scent of a nursing mother, of pups and milk and warmth, was what it was, yet thus she did not know. It drew an odd mix of happiness and great sadness,cane hazy memories of a place grey form that she had not thought of in a long while.

something stirred within the den, a small shriek, and she drew near the entrance, pausing to peer inside and not thinking for a second that the mother would not want her there, perhaps. "Hello?" She called out, recognizing now the scent of Greyday and the fat woman. But there were more scents, if they were two or one and the same she did not know, and this made her curious as she cautiously drew nearer.