Stone Circle for lost time

“Ah well,” Selkie murmured, the tip of her tail twitching. “No time like the present to make up for things, right?” Selkie wasn’t naive enough to believe that one hunt would make up for her abandoning Easthollow – but she had always tried to put a positive spin on things where she could. It felt more difficult than usual in these times of freezing temperatures and carcasses littering the lands, but Selkie knew she had to push through the gloom of the grey skies and find the good in things. She had always been this way, much to the annoyance of some, but in Easthollow she had found acceptance.

A grin brightened her features as she considered what the pair of them might be able to bring down. A large deer, perhaps, would be a good addition to the pack’s cache. Of course, that relied on them finding one alive. Selkie gave a brief shake of her pelt, her tail swaying as she returned her attention to drawing in the scents around them.

“Reckon I can smell somethin’ - might be elk.” With bright eyes she shot Mara a playfully challenging look. “Shall I lead the way?”