Stone Circle on a dare,

Ameline kept her features still, as if she hadn’t heard her mate’s comment. Her gaze remained warm without losing its sharpness; she was quick to notice the other two wolves approaching to investigate, offering them the same level, fair look she had given the first. 

Her mate spoke and her chin tipped up slightly. She sniffed the air to assess how many of these men patrolled the borders- and how many other scents there were in the area. From what she could tell, there weren’t many others who had not shown up. 

They might be too tightly knit to want to split up, she thought- but perhaps they might be convinced to merge as one, especially if they believed in the Bearclaws’ faith in their territory. 

It was the youngest of the three who seemed to instigate the conversation; she was impressed. The man with the antler seemed intrigued, but the burly guardian remained silent. 

They weren’t being forced to do anything- the Bearclaws were merely extending an invitation. Having little more to add, Ameline waited with a thin smile, to hear how the young prince might respond.