Stone Circle Beholden to the dust that adheres

Hoping for a @Bjarna <3

The princess had fled. Breathless and in a blind panic, she discarded everything she knew as she ran. The Mother, flung into the chilled air of early spring; her name, dropped and left to rot in the melting snows; her restlessness, her bitterness, all her inexplicable dissatisfaction with the only life she had ever known, all of that just scattered into the breeze. She would be someone new.
When she came to the scents of many wolves, the already-frazzled girl was overwhelmed! She did a dizzied half-frantic half-thrilled dance at the borders and howled shakily. Hello?! Is anyone here?? She willed them to appear, to talk to her, and maybe unlike that boy she'd met, they would actually like her.