Stone Circle I smell children

Rosina here. Just trying to steal some kids, cause a little drama, do her thang. You know. Any kids welcome, yearlings, those to come to the rescue, whatever.

 

There was a pack close. Very close. This much was certain. Her home in the valley was but a hop, skip and a jump to the neighboring wildflower meadow which now bloomed both abundantly and beautifully. She had almost gotten distracted by the awe of it all - almost. But Rosina had a schedule, you see. It was quite early in the morning. Early enough perhaps to where the children had snuck from their dens in hopes to sneak out and explore before one might get caught. So, she hoped. 

As slight and quick as she were, she kept low and guaged the boarders, waiting for the right moment until she was able to slip just past. Maybe, if she were lucky, a young thang would be curiously looking out beyond the protection of their home as often they did before they were allowed to go off on their own. Quick as a weasel, sly as a fox, In and out.