Stone Circle You know it's heartbreak

Sanja found her way along Leynille, where the trees were thin white lines and crowned in sunshine yellow; the wind blustered, but the leaves only danced. The creek was low today. She stopped to inspect some scents along the rocks, and then moved on until she came to a familiar crux of trees.
There, she could remember the path to her birthing den. She moved slowly to seek it out - almost reverent, when in fact it was guilt the weighed her steps. When she came to the mouth of the den she had excavated, she found there the fading scent of Bjarna, who might have repurposed it.
A smile crept across her face, and a gloss came to her eye, as she turned from the den to walk further.