Stone Circle A dream is a wish your heart makes

An amber gaze stared down upon a young soul, petite but full of neverending energy. The tiny tail wagged as the owner returned to stare up at her, yipping joyfully as could be. The small yearling was perfect, beyond she could imagine, every whine, every yip, every tail wag, every action the young wolf made excelled the definition of perfect. Then her eyes opened, and Mara was met with the unfortunate reality of being without a child. The wolfess blinked, suddenly lifting her head to guarantee there indeed was no young pup for her to dote on. A wave of melancholy fell over her, yes the girl always wished to be a mother but she never yearned for one like she did now. It was foreign to desire something so badly, especially since the longing hadn't been so strong merely a few hours before her rest. 

She decided a walk would do her good, aimless or not. Mara stood from her bed made in snow, her agouti coat now drenched in frigid water, making the weather even harder to withstand, but her thoughts made it less prominent than it already was. Mara continued to roam the grounds of Easthollow, trying to draw her thoughts from her want to be a mother, it was unrealistic anyway. She wouldn't want a child without the relationship of a strong father, but her dream had made the desire only grow. No, she couldn't have a child alone, they deserved a father in their life no matter how desperate she was to have a pup. These aspirations are sure to fade anyway, they're but a phase... For once the usually antisocial wolf wished for someone to appear, mainly to distract her from herself.