Stone Circle for lost time

“New – and old – just recently came back,” Selkie admitted with a tilt of her head, her gaze falling to her dainty paws. It was embarrassing, to say the least, to be admitting to the fact that she had left Easthollow, but she would rather be making that confession than covering it with lies. They were a family, after all, and keeping secrets from family was unacceptable. Besides, any of the upper ranked members could have told the copper flecked female that Selkie had been a member in the past. She wasn’t proud of her misadventure, but she was glad to have found her way back.

The smile had faded from the coppery female’s narrow muzzle, but it returned in full force when her pack mate asked her if she’d like to hunt. Selkie had seen game large and small strewn across the wilderness, but there was nothing quite like the thrill of the chase itself. With two of them they could take down something larger than the critters she had been living on for the past several weeks.

“Yeah!” Selkie agreed with zeal, her head lifting again and tail swaying. “Nice t’meet ya too, Mara.” Grinning, the petite she wolf lowered her torso, stretching out her limbs. “Reckon we can take down something bigger than vole – help the pack stores?”