Stone Circle this strange weather pattern inside me takes hold.

Valette was about to head to Stone Circle to watch some of the herds from the top of the hill the Stone Circle was standing on. The female watched as the snow obscured much of her vision. The herd probably would seek shelter in the forests around them, she figured. However, the bison were present. This hadn't been always the case as last winter they left their valley. Luckily they had returned to Valette's relief.

It took a lot of effort to see such distance with the falling snow. When she glanced to the side she first didn't see her grey daughter which was the same coloring as the rock, almost. Though she caught a whiff of her daughter's scent. It made her more interested and with a better glance, she realized that Clary was on that rock. Valette trotted away from the circle towards her daughter. A bit worried for a moment.

"Clary?," she asked and tipped her head a bit. Valette approached the rock. She brought her muzzle close to her daughter's to sniff if she was alright. She hopped on the rock next to her and went to lie down, mostly to give her a bit of warmth. "Is something wrong?," she asked.