Stone Circle What did the bison say to its son? Bi son.

The only other to arrive after himself was a foxish adolescent, all keen reds and greys, with eyes a hundred times more green than his own. She resembled most of the wolves from Castlerock, which earned her a fond smile, but he couldn't find out much about her before the four of them began to move in on the rumbling herd of ungulates he wasn't familiar with.

The bison were large, and ornery— and though both facts were clear understatements, both facts were measuring up to be equally as daunting. Valette danced forward bravely, streaking forward like a dark strike of lightning, but their targets were not to be so easily intimidated. The beta was forced back, as the brown, brutish creatures began to put their backs to their young and weak, and form a defensive circle with heads and horns jutting out towards the wolves threateningly. The commands of their leader was easier said than done.

Rickon dashed forward, snarling, and startling a more unsure beast, but before he could potentially attack the bellowing lumberer, another tossed its head his way. The clumsy bastard lunged backwards, falling on his side for a split second before clawing himself to his feet as he scrambled from beneath hooves seeking to crush his spine.