Stone Circle sting

Another soon approached. Sesi's eyes diverted initially, not at all willing to start a confrontation and in fact anxious and ready to flee. It was that her family was here that kept her rooted—that, and the scent that radiated from the other. Familiar... familiar... Her eyes turned toward the wolf as they approached, and she bore her teeth in a submissive, worried grin. She pressed as low as she could to the earth, hoping to melt into it—but the other spoke her name without having heard her say it, and at once Sesi rolled over to display her belly in a gesture of intimate and implicit trust as soon as her name was announced.

Desna, Sesi cooed, tail thwapping against the earth and a foreleg reaching upward to paw appeasingly at her sisters face. The other explained not knowing who Desna was, but Sesi could not begrudge her forgetfulness. Sesi could be forgetful sometimes, too. It was how she had gotten so lost. A wolf ought to have a sense of direction, but Sesi defied the norm in more ways than one.

Wriggling excitedly on her back, the girl sought to further appease Desna with adoring licks to her chin. This is home now? She asked, breathless and hopeful.