Stone Circle Family

The girl blinked tiredly, squinting her gaze against the autumn sun before rising stiffly and making her way towards her mother's den. She arrived soon enough, announcing herself with a faint chuff and a wagging tail, setting herself down in a sphinx-like position near the mouth of the den, groggy gaze falling brightly on her mother. The fire of her youth had faded, in truth, the girl had softened and grown, glad to stick around the territory and her family. The loss of her voice had changed her, as had age and the death of her father, into an individual liked more to water than to fire; adaptable and collected. Her fierceness had not vanished, simply retreated into her to come to light only when required.

The girl peered into the den, the smell of milk and pups prominent, and canted a lobe towards the entrance, curious if any of the tiny things would emerge. She sincerely hoped so, she liked the little sort-of-siblings very much