Stone Circle and the day is done

Burr swept across the packlands on growing limbs, noting for the first time ever that the wind was growing colder as the season progressed. His belly and his instincts both knew that autumn and winter were coming, but he'd never lived through either before. Recently he had been hungrier than ever, nearly insatiable, and that food was beginning to build his body into something thicker and taller than it had been before. It was still a few weeks before Burr's growth spurt would really kick in, but it was undeniably close. The bulk he put on now would stretch with him until he was tall and thin by winter's coming, a typical juvenile.

The forest was changing significantly as well, with leaves falling and blazing in colours he'd never seen on trees before. Burr took notice as he padded slowly through the sparse woods, having avidly avoided the part of the territory where Valette or her pups could be found, and that was how he came across the silvery she-wolf who seemed to be sleeping. Burr's steps slowed and he eyed her cautiously, but his curled tail shook twice as he spotted her freckles, so much like Nikai only dark on light, and he turned toward her. "Hi," he offered quietly. If she responded, great. If not, no skin off his back.