Stone Circle countdown to doomsday

A breeze moved through the forest flowing into the open meadow. The cold of winter was slowly creeping with each growing day and it was getting harder to deny the temperature drop. Ira was silently thankful she grew up in the mountains, it helped her prepare mentally for the upcoming harsh weather.

The stone wolf locked her orange eyes on the elder as her own attention was caught by her presence. Now that she was closer she was able to examine her a bit more, mostly looking to see if she was injured. Ira couldn't help but wonder if Phyllis was from a nearby pack, but if she was, wouldn't she know about the pack residing here? Then again she could only detect the scent of the old woman. If she was truly on her own how was she surviving? How did she make it this far?

When the stranger motioned to the large stones that Easthollow had claimed, her face wrinkled a bit with what looked like it could be a concerned pout. The expression would only be there for a moment though before she forced her stone features to appear blank again. Yes, well, they do tend to grab the attention of those who pass by. She figured it would be better to just leave it be and cleared her throat before continuing. I do live here, is there something I may assist you with? She figured she might as well repeat the question. The sooner she knew her intentions the faster she could help.