Stone Circle My heart was keeping time and we were dancing on the edge of something new

She headed for the stones, as they stretched toward the sky and threw their looming shadows against the ground. The morning light kissed the vast buffalo plains, and she deftly danced along the circle, the light illuminating her gunmetal pelt. He came up to her quickly as she called back into the wood. “I’m here.”

“I’m always here.” There was a delicate tone in his voice, as he attempted to draw closer. His beautiful mate, shining in the dawning sun. A beacon of light in his life and in his heart. In that moment, he had never seen anything more magnificent than his Nanook. For she was his, just as equally as he was hers. They could only ever belong to each other.