Stone Circle the scientist

Rickon heard the call from his hole-in-the-ground "den"; not quite asleep but he surely thought he was dreaming at the prospect of recognizing that strained and sorrowful voice. The dusky Alucard was on his feet in an instant, just to check, needing to see if it was her. Either way, he figured he'd get brownie points for intercepting a caller at the Hollow's borders.

But when he arrived, tongue lolling and eyes excited, he was not disappointed to find October there, fidgeting impatiently for an emissary. "October!" he burst, clearing the distance between them in a sure-footed speed he lacked when hunting. "October, hey—" he stopped before her, remembering the tone of her howl, and her harbored expression now. His smile fell, and he sniffed briefly for blood, but found none. "What's wrong?" His voice had lowered to a soft and intense timbre— demanding, and yet conscious of her current state.

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