Stone Circle I'm no King, but my father was

Foxglove wasn't sure she liked this strange, cold place. Mama had lived here once — but that had been a long time ago, hadn't it? And these wolves who led the pack...

Sven intrigued her most of all. He'd said Mama was his sister. Foxglove only vaguely remembered Uncle Everett, but she remembered that she had loved him very much. It felt naive to hope that Sven might become important to her in the same way, yet she did.

So maybe she was looking for him. Not that she would ever admit it. Foxglove feigned surprise when their paths crossed, ears standing tall at the sight of him. Hi Sven! Whatcha doin'? Her tail waved merrily as she stepped toward him.