Stone Circle Tomorrow, open the door

@Ezra sorry for the wait! :)

As per usual, the male had taken to a patrol during the rather early hours of the morning. It was perhaps a little later than most days, but early nonetheless. His mind had primarily been focused on the whereabouts of his three children - Rowana he had found, Cyron had returned, and Burr was sure to be home relatively soon. The pure joy, relief, that his kids were okay, as well as his mate, was perhaps the most comforting thought he could imagine. They were growing, his first and only litter - much bigger they had grown already, and their voices had deepened. All three were rather tall like himself, a fact which he was rather proud of. Strong, they were, that he was certain of - and Cyron was included in this. The man was proud his youngest had managed to survive such a feat, and he despised the Blackfeather wolves for the kidnapping of the boy. At least, he supposed, Cyron was home. That was what mattered most.

His black-tipped paws moved swiftly across the snow, fiery amber eyes scanning the land as he went along, marking and re-burying catches where necessary.