Stone Circle Beetle And The Bard

The grey wolf Chaska had gone around here and there, but he had been rather silent. For this week was the week of the fall of his pack. So close to the end of the year. It was a rather mournful time for him, but he did his best to keep his mood up, such as telling himself stories in his mind or taking in the view of the territory. It was a rather calm week in weather, a good week for strolls. He made some small hunts here and there, picking off small creatures like rabbits to snack on.

He hadn't met with anyone as of late, not wanting anyone to worry about him. He hated others worrying about him. But today, Chaska decided to fix that. Making some contact with someone was sure to brighten his mood. He had many new tales in his mind to share, and that he loved to do.