Stone Circle Hello, welcome home

Depending on where Dianne was looking she might notice a tall grey form weaving through the white trees. Even if she did not notice it right away, the light rustling from paws passing through the undergrowth would give Ira away. She was not particularly concerned with being stealthy, after all, she was on her own territory. Ira might not have been aware of it, but to an outsider, the way she gracefully moved around the trees suggested she knew the territory pretty well, and with how much she patrolled, she should.