Stone Circle a golden crown

i'm happy you're here 

A shadow grew and grew until it had become a black wolf— grandstanding and protective— coming to the doorstep of claimed territory like he owned the place. Rickon was almost certain by the time the male's question was bearing down on him like a spear, that this man did own the place. "Y-Yes'sir!" the southerner cowed, dropping down to his stomach and curling his tail tightly around his hind ankle for visible security. His ears had fallen, lacing flat against his skull, and he kept his eyes downcast, setting them fiercely on the male's large, dark paws. He wasn't here to cause trouble, and he wanted to convey that more than anything. "I'm, well I'm lookin' f.. for Valette? Does she live here? Is-Is this the pack at the stone circle?"