Stone Circle A girl worth fighting for

It seemed like a long few moments before she got a response. Her instincts had started to tell her that maybe this creature wasn't trustworthy. But, when he told her the direction of her mother and the den, she ignored the growing feeling of anxiety. Her tail wagged and without hesitation, she bounded in the direction he told her to go.

She threw him a childlike smile as she passed him, looking back over her shoulder to see if he was coming. She didn't want to get lost again, and since he knew the direction of the den, she was sticking with him. She had no idea they were actually heading to the border, so when the scents of the adults grew stronger, Steph didn't question it. It was just like smelling the area around the den, and Steph stopped to lower her nose to the ground. It smelled much of Mom. Then, she took a moment to look around, her escort momentarily forgotten.  The forest had thinned considerably, not like the dense vegitation around the den. The only time Steph had seen it this thin was when Mom took them to the stone circle. The pup looked around for the structure but didn't see it. 

The anxiety she had pushed down earlier came back with a vengeance. She looked to the creature, knowing now this was not the way home. What she didn't understand was why he had told her it was. Not den, she accused him. She was getting upset, but now that she at least knew what direction she wasn't supposed to be going, she attempted  to head back into the thickness of the forest.