Fox's Glade Stilled

I saw you removed the tag buuut since it's in view of the stone circle- hope this is ok! lmk if you'd rather me delete c:

There’s a ruckus just off the border. Because, of course there is. Peace and quiet didn’t exist these days. Plainly in view are a pair of wolves falling in a familiar smitten sway, the one she’d danced before with the man who called her sunflower and who hadn’t touched her since, and now that she’s all frumpy and awkward-looking he probably didn’t even want to anymore.

The alpine ridge along her back flares as she trudges for them, tail held high and belly swinging like a cannon with her step.

“There’s consequences to that, you know,” she stops short, voice sharp. “You two wanna fuck off to somewhere private and not in view of our sacred site? We have kids here.”