Stone Circle We could've been in Venice.

Valette had returned from a quick hunt. It was the time of year again with frost arriving in the morning and the strong winds blowing over the plains of their territory. Her pups were getting bigger and would need more food to keep themselves warm. Luckily for Valette, she found a very fat raccoon by the creek. This one had been hiding out in the fields far away from trees it could climb. She was a skilled enough hunter to got for it, the strong winds had helped her.

She was glad when she reached the forest. She shook out her coat that felt wrong because the wind had blown her fur in each direction. The female carried the raccoon back to her den. Normally the pups would have moved to a rendezvous site by now but before her den was a nice clearing that was often used for it. She didn't make it to the den though, Valette was met with Stark. She still needed to adjust that he was here. She placed the dead raccoon by her feet and grinned. "Hi, Stark. Nice to see you. Settling in well?," she asked.