Stone Circle we gotta share this place, alright?

Selkie had never had a problem approaching life with optimism – and it was difficult not to feel optimistic when she had a home once more. Still, the weight of needing to prove that she deserved this home clung to her, the same way snow and ice clung to her copper pelt like so many sequins glinting in the grey Winter light.

The howl was for her, and Selkie almost didn’t heed it. She was not used to a howl being directed her way – but she adjusted her course through the snow to bring her to the caller.

She shook the majority of the snow from her coat as she approached the den. Resting in her jaws were a pair of voles – one she had had to search and dig for, and the other which had been unfortunate enough for Selkie to just happen upon emerging from its burrow. They were small, but they were still warm, and they were bound to make a better meal than nothing.

Entering the den, leaf green eyes alighted on her new pack – and den – mate, and she trotted closer, depositing the voles with a jerk of her head.

“Thought ya might be hungry.”