Stone Circle now, which is the future you're choosing before you go dying?

lanky. small. honeyed colors of flaxen and deep chestnut. these were the first things she noticed about the girl that met her.

younger, but not by much.

her voice was soft and eye kind. she could not answer in words, but she could in actions: accipitra drew to the ground where her belly cut into the cold snow, ears flat and body supplicating in the universal gesture of desperate submission.

if they would have her, she would be theirs; no wolf thrived alone in the savage midwinter.