Stone Circle Nose to the Ground

Sól paused when she came on the scent of an unfamiliar male, a packmate but one she didn't know. Her nose had been buried in the flowers, taking in all the scents of spring. But now she was distracted. A man, heading for her deer! Sól burst up from the flowers with a series of sharp barks, bolting to clear the distance between them. She tore up flowers in her path, little shreds of petals and leaves flying up in her wake.
She wasn't sure what she would do when she got there, but there was no stopping this train now.