Stone Circle Low on self-esteem, so you run on gasoline.

Ira paced through the forest, thoughts of her father on her mind. As much as the female wanted to forget about him and just focus on life around her, he always found a way to creep into her thoughts. Part of her wished he really did just disappear after she arrived, at least then she could justify her harsh opinions of the locally beloved wolf.

A cold breeze brought Ira back to the world, a small shiver running along her spine. She wasn't exactly cold seeing how she was used to worse conditions in the mountains, but it was getting colder out and even she could not deny it. One more reason to keep busy. Soon food would be scarce and there were a lot of mouths to feed. The grey-scale wolf paused as the fresh scent of another wolf hit her, perhaps another one of her packmates she had not yet officially met? For once the wolf was just wondering out in the territory to get away and clear her mind, but if another Easthollow member was out here then there was no harm in joining a patrol, right?

 Ira picked up her pace until she encountered the warm colored wolf, a familiar face, but not one she had really spoken to. Mind if I join you?