Stone Circle i thought i was dreaming but some girls are screaming

I have wanted to snipe this thread for so long, but for some reason never did ;_; Hello fellow star-looker!

One of the curious things about the newest recruits was how some took to the night. Nanook had grown used to being alone in the darker hours when her packmates turned to retire with the sun. The night had been her own, a time when she could run with the stars and the bright dancing lights of the heavens and, when she had first joined Easthollow, these hours had been her life. But as the daylight demanded more of her, she slipped into the night less often. Desna needed her with the children, and she had given up the stars for them, a sacrifice she would gladly make again.

But as the pups grew, and required less of her, she returned to the night as a refuge from the busy happenings of the day. The dark felt good around her, a cloak and protection, and she set off across the meadow with a romp. The crisp winter air sharpened her thoughts and buzzed her with an energy she seldom felt in the day. Her breath puffed in silent, snaking clouds, and she inclined her ears to everything and nothing in particular, until a nearby voice reached her.

Nanook turned her path inward with a mind abuzz. She recognized only a silhouette cut against the night. No foreign scents swarmed her, and the Apaata couldn't decipher the soft uttering, the sound of a song. She paused a respectable distance away and thought of leaving the woman to herself. Instead, she tipped her head, and curiosity bade her ask, "Who are you speaking with?"