Stone Circle Abide by the laws

Burr was still shaking like a leaf by the time he and his mother returned to the Saefyn family den. He couldn't think of anything but the yellowed teeth flashing out of the darkness, the sudden pinch and pull as they roughly grasped his scruff, and the ease with which he'd been slammed into the ground. His chest and cheek still smarted from the impact and he limped lightly on his right foreleg, though it was only bruised and he was overreacting. In a mere matter of days he would be physically over it and would be back to exploring the territory, but it would continue to affect him mentally for a long time. His fear of the wolf who accosted him ran deeper than words could reach.

Burr Saefyn, Explorer Extraordinaire, was well and truly dead, leaving just Burr Saefyn. Approaching a den or cavern so easily was a mistake he would never make again, rendering much of what Illecebra said to him and his siblings redundant. He shrank into a ball on the den floor, trembling even as Illecebra tended to him and Mawk attempted to comfort him. He pressed his face into Cyron's side when his brother drew near, and listened as attentively as he could to his parents, but his mind was consumed with the thought of Valette shooting out of the darkness. It was hard to pay attention, for he'd already learned the lesson the hard way.

When the lecture was over and silence reigned, Burr mumbled a quiet, "yes, ma. Yes, papa," and curled tighter in on himself. Don't go near dens. Don't go near Valette. Don't go near the borders. These rules would all be easy ones to follow given Burr's terrifying encounter with the first two and existing wariness of the third.