Stone Circle Oh, misty eye of the mountain below

@Mara Susi


Valette's absence, while at first a constant thorn in her side, she had now grown accustomed too. Though to say that it did not bother her was a lie, for she longed for the prescence of her mentor and idol and mother, now. She had a tendency to wander from the den, and today was no different, when she chanced upon a scent trail. This was new, for sorting through the mental catalog of scents and faces offered no results. Brow furrowed, it was after a beat that she decided to follow the trail in the snow, wondering just who had laid it.