Stone Circle Pour me one for the road

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Asbjørn stayed quiet when Amber questioned his usefulness, eyes narrowing subtlely to show his distaste for her snarky attitude. He felt anger well up inside of him, but stifled back the emotions, knowing that even the smallest shred of fury towards the two may result in his death. He was mad at himself, too; mad for his delirious state of mind and mad that he'd trespassed onto the territory that perhaps he'd been able to join had he not been so foolish. Asbjørn supposed he would just have to keep looking for a home.

When Steady threatened to attack, Asbjørn took it as his sign to disappear and clambered back onto his nimble paws. His eyes, tired yet emotive, took once last glance at the two Easthollow wolves before the canine turned and fled. Raw, bloodied paws leapt furiously across the moorland, refusing to look back at the place where he'd been refused entry.