Stone Circle you are here

maybe @Valette? :)

the day dawns suddenly, it seems; it's dark until it isn't, the air sharp and cutting. even with her unusually thick mantle, the woman notices the voracious cold as it settles on the hollow, surely driving whatever prey might remain deep into the warmth of burrows or dens. she remains within her den a while longer than she ought to, until finally, guilt draws her out into the cold.

despite her slim chances, she is set on the hunt; the emptiness in her stomach demands it. a trepidant stretch, followed by a stiff shake of her pelt, and the woman sets out into the wood.