Stone Circle i will make this work

assuming i can post now that my name is colored pink

It was dusk. The stars hung in the air, the moon was full. A cloudy sky with previous drizzle. The snow was wet and her thin coat was uncomfortable due to both the cold and the wet. Zola paced outside, wondering where to begin to make a den. It was in her blood as a wolf to dig one herself.

Yet everywhere she looked, she saw the 'family' that Valette spoke of. Zola did not want to intrude upon their den grounds. Perhaps she should make out a bit outside of their camp? The woman did not dwell for long, for footsteps sounded behind her. She glanced over her shoulder.

A wolf approached her. She said nothing to them at first, feeling uncharacterisitically shy.