Stone Circle Into the negative

The large female in question was sitting near Stone Circle, currently invested in grooming some of the longer tuffs of fur along her arm and shoulder. It would be silly to think that thoughts of her father did not cross her mind, not after she found him again only for the male to go missing. To be honest, every time that thought crossed her head her fur bristled.

Leave it to the oh so great father figure to turn tail once again. The man knows nothing of responsibility.

Ira's ear twitched at the sound of another wolf approaching. She paused mid lick looking up through narrowed eyes, half expecting it to be that younger wolf she encountered earlier, although as soon as her Alpha stepped out into the clearing she hopped to her paws to greet her, a tinge of embaressment heating her pelt for her mistake. Ma'am-- my apologies, I was not expecting you.