Stone Circle No, sir, I don't mess around.

Day jumped up at the sound of the crash, and at once, his eyes were drawn to a flurry of movement to his left. It looked like an avalanche to his weathered eyes, all white and motion with few defining features. But it was too small to be an avalanche, and on flat ground besides. In that moment, it was just strange and unnatural, and Day's hackles rose as he let out a loud, warning snarl.

And then, promptly, began to feel very stupid. Because it was just that white yearling he'd already met. He knew first because that's what his nose told him, and second because, when he looked a bit more closely, he could see that the tiny avalanche was actually a wolf.

"You alright?" he asked, realizing - finally - that she'd pitched forward. Tripped.