Stone Circle cooties are terrifying

Her attention shifted to the yin-yang pelted wolf, her ears lowered slightly, though she still smiled happily at him. It seemed her joy had been shining through, which was comforting to hear. His comment forced her gaze back upon the bush and nodding in agreement. "They truly are," She insisted. "How are you taking the weather?" Mara questioned, tilting her head to the side. She didn't dislike Remy in anyway, but she feared his flirtatious ways. She couldn't help but feel bad about exiting him and Camlo's den so suddenly. She was just so skittish is all.