Stone Circle inquiring within, pt 1

it's not that polaris was avoiding the wolves of easthollow. on the contrary, she'd lingered closer to the pack than she was even accustomed to since her return whilst trying to tackle the freshly cut guilt at having been absent when they'd needed her most. but she found herself avoiding the innermost parts of the hollow and its eternal sentries, unable to bring herself to face the fallen that she'd never even gotten to meet. she knew it was irrational, unhealthy even but the questions were tenacious with their attacks and so she fell victim to their hissed jeers all too often; if she'd been here, or even in the neighbouring territories then perhaps she might have caught scent of the fanged behemoth and given the wolves the time they'd needed to escape and prepare, or if they'd just had one more set of jaws to protect then perhaps polaris would not have to know even more children now that had had a parent unjustly stolen away before them. it is why she lingers restlessly on the borders, jaw tensed hard despite the groaning ache of pearly fangs when she starts at the call to sound not too far off. 

there is a moment in which she simply stares dumbly in the direction in which the song's vocalist was located, glancing off to the side as if expecting to see the equanimous presence of valette striding through the shivering blades but no, it was just her. and so, shaking her head roughly in a vague attempt to clear it somewhat, the dove took off at a nimble trot; curious despite herself. it doesn't take long for the prodigious woman to breach her line of sight and the svelte girl slows, scintillating gaze vigilant in its press as she glances about to confirm that she was most definitely alone. eyes skip briefly across her pallid figure, coming to rest unwaveringly upon her own honey kissed look as a polite smile graced angular features. "welcome to the borders of easthollow" she'd announce, quite enjoying the thrill to ripple along her spine at the weight of such words before lilting "what brings you here?" the musk of wolves does not drag at her hairs and the girl finds herself quite enjoying the tantalizing tang of the untainted world wafting towards her from her company.