Stone Circle You Need More Than Manners

Much like her sister, mama's call reached Clary in the middle of exploring - or more, in the middle of looking for Steph. She found her sister's trail often led to places she wanted to be, but always a little too late. Today would be different - was supposed to be, until the summons came. She flicked her ears about to try and catch the direction of the call; her legs already carried her forward. Something told her this was a bad idea - a dangerous one - but like often, Clary ignored the sense to bolt to the den's safe retreat.

Though Clary had prepared to give up Steph's trail, she found her sister's scent only ran stronger the closer she drew. Strange noises - angry and feral - shivered her spine, until the forest unfolded to the fray. A hot flash tumbled her stomach and her breath stuck with a silent catch. Instinctively, Clary stumbled toward the nearest bush, where her shoulder brushed against the dark and familiar shape of Steph.

She couldn't tell what was happening, who mama was attacking, and she couldn't find her voice. Nor could she pry her eyes away from the fight - certain only that their target was wolf. She pressed up against her sister, hunched up and shaken, and watched on from her side.