Stone Circle ~The strong man is strongest when alone….~

Hey @Bjorn, ya feel like a thread? ;)

Greyfalcon, now arrived at the new lands was now working on setting up her sleep site. This was near her chosen family.
She laid a large stick by her moss and fur bed, to accommodate her feathered companion who was currently out hunting for himself.

After this, she wanted to walk the borders, and explore as well as gather the sights, sounds, and landmarks. She was a mercenary, this was her job. 
She looked around, there were these weird vertical stones all around the territory…. What were they? Where the heck did they even come from.

She walked, until she reached what she remembered as the borders. She sniffed the ground, taking that in. Who was the large man that was there when they greeted?

Bjorn had returned from a hunting trip just outside the borders. In his jaws he carried three plump rabbits; not enough to feed all the newcomers, but enough to give as a welcome gift. 

He reached the borders, and as he neared the standing stone’s circle, a grey, feminine figure came into view. As he drew closer, he recognized the wolf as one of the newcomers, yet he stood his ground, quiet, like the stones themselves, brown eyes searching.

The man returned, approaching the stones at a slow calculated pace. In his maw he carried three sizeable rabbits.

She stood her ground as he came closer, clearly he was doing the same. It was this man, the one who had greeted them at the borders. He was much larger this close, dark and brooding…. “I am Greyfalcon, esteemed scout of the prior Raventhorpe.” She wanted to patrol the borders, but clearly it was this man’s job, so she asked. “Are you the scout of this pack? Do you patrol these borders alone?”

The she-wolf was gentle, yet she had a strong appearance about her. She was muscled, yet kept a feminine look.

She spoke, her words were soft, her voice just as. Her name was GreyFalcon, and she was a scout, to the pack who had merged with Kvarsheim.

“Welcome, Greyfalcon. A wolf of your talent will be an asset to Kvarsheim.” His voice was deep, but not rough, “Ah, I do. I also try my best to provide what I can in food. Before you pack came along, our numbers were few. You will also find young men, and a young woman, who are the leaders of our pack. They are strong, and us older wolves guide them. You met a couple of them at the border, Sven and Ujurak.” He explained some of their key aspects with her, since she was now one of Kvarsheim.

She bowed her head, humbly, “Thank you, I shall truly hope so,” he continued, speaking about his role and profession here among these stones…. He was their all in one man, border patrol, hunter, etc. “Very impressive!”

Older? She knew that the leaders she met at the border seemed young, but were they really that young? There were few numbers he had said, all the more reason she could benefit them. “May I accompany you on a patrol? I’m sure you must patrol the border twice a day correct?”

She wouldn’t outright take away the man’s job, no. She would gradually allow herself in the schedule.