Stone Circle drift

When the land did open up from the forest, he found it wet and hardly inviting. It was natural then that the wolf veer to the west and find his bearings over again; yet this too brought surprises his way. The fog had not vanished entirely but it had thinned during his hours of toil, and as Larus followed the undulation of the hillside her came across something more valuable than any meal he could've discovered: the scent of pack was near, and he was elated.
It could be said that Larus Sveijarn was a failure when it came to being a pack wolf - surely his fate had led him in the opposite direction from such a lifestyle, try as he might. But winter was in full swing and even he, being bulky and laden with extra fat, had thinned considerably. Had he known his father well, he might've found his own rugged features matched those of a young Njal.
He was willing to take the chance. So, while his entire being told him to leave, he fought against that natural inclination to take flight and began to loiter along the western edge of (what he perceived to be) the territory limit.