Stone Circle when there's nowhere else to run

Clary took to the borders that morning, intent on a patrol - though the patrol she had in mind had very little to do with re-marking or defending their claim from outsiders. The Wilds called to her, as the spring breeze ran through the sun-soaked grass and kicked up scents of memories to the month she had spent traversing the Wilds with her aunt. Nanook herself had come and gone, and as the days wore on, Clary realized her heart, in part, had dragged along with her.

Though Clary's paws lay loyal to Easthollow, she felt them slipping - and she hoped that she would see something today that would still the strange wanderlust that crept along every fibre of her skin. So when she saw the ruddy figure on the cusp of their land, she cut toward her, even before her howl touched the air. When her voice did ring out, curiosity turned to drive her step. At first, she had thought the stranger to be Banner, but when it became clear this was someone unfamiliar, she moved with an eagerness to intercept.

"Hiya!" She piped as she neared the stranger with a spring in her step. The other girl was something otherworldly, and she glowed like an ember in the bright spring sun. Clary's lips quirked with an undecided grin, for she couldn't help but feel pale in comparison. She herself was only Clary, with an ordinary size and an ordinary look. "I've never seen you around before. Are you looking for someone?"