Stone Circle C'mon soldier the battles not done

There had been a lot on his mind for the last few days, thoughts of Onyx and her new love, thoughts of Burr and his sudden death, thoughts of the fox cub trailing behind his wife's every step, thoughts of all kinds of things - ordinarily a walk may have aided in clearing his head but no, not today, as he wandered aimlessly around the edge of the borders. He marked here and there, but he was terribly distracted and paid little attention to the goings of harmless wildlife that chirped and squeaked as they danced around gnarled and bare trees.

The snow coated the ground in a thick layer, like a cozy sweater destitude of warmth, a fluffy dusting of white. But amongst that frozen landscape stood a figure in black - a shadow standing still in the bitter ice. Mawk squinted his eyes, speeding up to close the distance before recognising the man distantly as Dakarai. He knew little of the man but his sister saw him so dearly, Mawk found himself wishing to trust him. From what he knew, he seemed a decent wolf. "Dakarai." He greeted, finally within speaking distance. What he had come for, the gamma knew not; nothing to do with Onyx, he prayed.