Stone Circle and the day is done

The girl turns her face towards the sun, basking in the last of summer's rays thoughtfully. Leaves tumble from the trees, and there is a kind of eery nostalgia in the crunching leaves and autumn colours. A year ago, her dwindling family first came to Easthollow. For the first time in a long time, the girl thought of the mother he never truly knew, and the giant question mark of a sister she never really had. She wondered at the pathways her life had taken, and just how differently it might have gone. Keoni was happy; happy with her mother and her brother, her pack and her new siblings that weren't really hers at all. A soft sigh escapes her muzzle, and her gaze slips closed, though her ears are attentive yet, perched atop her skull and she sets her head upon her paws and daydreams.