Stone Circle not all who wander are lost

she had gone through the mire. probably not a great thing to do but there it was. her reddish coat was sticky with muck and she had bent down several times to clean it. too skittish to remain still for long in this foreign place, Winnie tried to move quickly. the hooting of owls at the night made her run and the roars of unknown beasts caused her to sprint. the girl wanted nothing to do with predators larger than she was. it was a wonder she had even come this far without harm. maybe just dumb luck.

she didn't know the name of this place but would stand in awe at the border to look inward. the stones were a massive sight. breathtaking actually. her mouth would hang open, amazement clear in her autumn gaze. Papa had told her to be respectful of packs. she wasn't stupid. she'd hang back and wait for someone to notice her. but after a while, minutes passed and she was sure nobody did. lifting her head, she'd let out a weak little call. half fear and half hope. she felt herself whimper, hanging her head in submission without being told.

Winnie didn't know what to expect. she merely stood as still as possible, trying not to look as pathetic as she felt.