Stone Circle walk through the woods with me

Whenever you are ready! @Tauris

As time marched into mid-July, Vale wandered through the shaded paths of the Prism Grove to keep from sweltering. Prisnálund's aspen trees filtered the afternoon sun into sparsely spaced shafts of light, dappling the forest floor. An unlucky rabbit dangled from her jaws as she idled through the forest. 

Pausing upon a fork in the trail, Vale lifted her head and cast her gaze to a open stretch of grass within the trees. Breaking away from the path, she entered the small clearing and settled near the base of an aspen. Placing her catch between her forepaws, she kicked out her hind legs and made herself comfortable. A deep breath was drawn into her lungs before being released in a contented sigh. It was a lovely afternoon.