Stone Circle what made it special made it dangerous

it was good to have foxglove there. she'd always rather it be her sisters than anyone else. granted that was not a very kind thing to think when you were a pack wolf, was it?

it's snowing now, she said almost idly even if her voice suggested it was most certainly not an idle thought.

she examined where strips of bark had been peeled by something non-canis. signs of a passing herd. she imagined they might have made a fine home of this place while they all had been gathered elsewhere.