Stone Circle Old bones don't lie

Mostly, he'd been trying to learn his way around. Trying to understand what went where, and the names of places that were slowly becoming familiar. It was not all bad. Things were uncomfortably quiet, and tame for the most part, as he'd gathered. Room was left for him to relax then, and adjust, spare for his insistence on trying to put himself out in the hunting fields. It'd been his new favorite place. Where he could decipher herd patterns.

So, when he came into view of Gunnar, that had been his trail, a fastened paced walk before he nearly passed him up. Squinting at his figure, his paws slowed down before his gaze hardened, only to next be averting themselves and slightly softening. He found himself unable to muster words, but he expected so of the Alpha. Of the one who went by Fadir. As far as he knew, he had nothing to be feeling any bit of guilt over around the man. Maybe a lick of respect that naturally came out.