Stone Circle Back again...

This was it. She was going to die all because when she was a yearling she wandered too far from home and was stripped her sense of smell by a bear. She knew exactly why the jet brute was attacking -- she entered his territory unknowingly. And now she was going to die for it. For a moment she felt like she was going to cry, she wouldn't allow it though; to die crying, it was too shameful. 

Her eyes were closed and the growls of the wolf above her ceased. It wasn't until her name, no her full was said did she open an eye. Only one wolf ever compulsively referred to her by her complete name. Steady. It was unbelievable, she stared in disbelief into a pair of deep brown eyes. "Steady?" Her voice cracked, for a second Mara's tail began to wag.