Stone Circle for lost time

Selkie was shielded from the full brunt of the wind by one of the great stone pillars after which the territory was named, but still she could feel the blistering cold all around. Her ears were nestled against her head as if they could avoid the bite of the air. It was tempting to hunker down here and wait out the freezing temperatures – but Selkie was a stubborn creature. When she was presented with a problem, even one as seemingly insurmountable as a polar vortex gripping the lands, she met it head on.

The copper she wolf rose from a crouch, moving with purpose and determination. The aspen trees of Pando Clone Forest were unlikely to provide much cover with their slim trunks, but Selkie couldn’t huddle behind the stones forever. She shook out her fur, hoping it might fluff up and protect her from the cold a little, but the strands of copper, chocolate and cream were too fine to offer much relief.

Huffing softly, she picked up her paws and lowered her head against the wind. She needed to hunt, to eat for herself, but Steady’s words also echoed in her mind: she would have to prove her loyalty. Contributing to the pack caches seemed an appropriate thing to do. Leaf green eyes narrowed, trying to pick out specks of brown or grey against a world of white.