Stone Circle Keep Holding On

Ira's familiar voice summoned Leta, firstly, it seemed. 

Tending to the borders was not something she typically did; Leta preferred to practice her hunting skills and contribute to the packs caches and stargazing more than meeting strangers. But the voice belong to no stranger, and so the girl galloped to the borders, excited as all get out. It had been a while since Leta had seen Ira, but the girl plainly adored the woman as only a little sister ever could. 

The Easthollow youth was not so small anymore. It was different beholding Ira from near-equal ground (stature wise, in any case) than from below, though as she approached she was not observant enough to get a handle on the extent of all their physical differences. Whatever they were meant nothing to Leta in any case, who knew nothing of how size could help in tasks and the like. The stranger with Ira went ignoring, temporarily, as Leta crowed: Ira!!! And sought to greet her with excited whines and nudges before she recalled someone else was there. 

Stepping back, Leta remained friendly as ever. A friend of Ira's was a friend of hers, as far as she was concerned. Hi!!! I'm Leta! Who're you? she greeted warmly, scarcely giving the other time to breathe before continuing on, I'm sure mama or pa will be here to meet you any minute now! They were never far from the borders after all. Hazel gaze again turned to Ira: how are you???!