Stone Circle On the far side of town is a room you love

Leynille (Secret Creek)
For @Lucius

There had been a wind storm the previous night; all that hot air from the daylight hours drawn up and away, causing a rush of chilling air that refreshed her, but also left a mess in the morning.

A tree had fallen across one part of the creek and broken pieces of its trunk were being washed downstream. Sanja had not seen it happen - she had been among the stones, sleeping at the time with Bjarna tucked close - but now seeing it shattered there, she understood what had interrupted her sleep.

Sanja prowled the creek's edge now. Sometimes she would set a paw upon the bank and feel the water move deftly around her toes; it was peaceful here, and cool. There was a new urge slowly dawning upon her, to find a place to nest - but she wasn't ready to give in to that.