Stone Circle for lost time

Selkie’s nose was telling her that there was game nearby, but she guessed whatever critter she was scenting was concealed beneath thick snow. Perhaps she’d have better luck finding larger game in another area. She sucked in another breath, tasting the scents on the back of her tongue – and with the scent of small prey came the aroma of another wolf. A pack mate, she realised with something of a jolt. Selkie would have to get used to having pack mates again.

Her head turned, silken fur whipping in the chilly breeze. Wide green eyes took in the shape of another female, and Selkie’s ears turned back and out, her head lifting from the snow but remaining level with her shoulders. “Hi there,” she chirped in response, her tail giving a modest wave. Friendliness didn’t cost Selkie anything – and since this pack mate hadn’t incurred any ire from her, that was what she would be treated with.

“Name’s Selkie.” She introduced herself in a bright, clear voice which carried above the sigh of the wind. “Just thinkin’ ‘bout doin’ some huntin’.”