Stone Circle visitation rights

Clary moved with a vigorous crawl, and her breath puffed out from the greatest effort she'd given yet. The strange scent of the new thing drew near - but so did the scent of the Great Warmth, and Clary kicked the ground harder - determined, but not fast enough. Great jaws scooped her up, and Clary fell limp as the ground disappeared from beneath her paws. Again. The Great Warmth always carried her the same, and she knew the cool surface of the den would return to her before long.

Sure enough, her paws touched down. She let her body slide against the ground and slipped in place between the familiar scents of her brother and sister. The warmth embraced her, but her mind frisked about. She sure couldn't get away now, but Clary popped her head up as high as she could and, with eyes still closed and ears still folded, moved her head and sniffed about in search of the new scent again.