Stone Circle No place like home

A voice reached her ears, and the single word spoken could only have come from one wolf: Grayday. Her eyes searched for him slowly as her head lifted from the white fluff that covered the ground. She smiled softly when she found him. My Day, she sighed. It was so good to see him, finally. 

She slowly brought herself to a sitting position, not liking being laid before him like a wolf who couldn't take care of herself. Her body shook uncontrollably from the cold, and she hated that she couldn't make it stop. How are you? she asked, as if her current condition was of no importance.