Stone Circle Consequences of your actions are harsh

Grayday was making his usual rounds, marking and surveying at the outskirts of the territory. He'd always figured that his kids could run around inside to their little hearts' content as long as he was making sure all the danger stayed outside. It was an excuse, more than anything. Things had been stressful, since Amber left. He loved his kids, but they were tough. Energetic and wonderful and... terrible. Tiring.

It was a relief to escape to the borders, even if it was only for a few hours. Even if it was only to do more work.

But Day began to panic as soon as he scented a stranger nearby. Not only nearby, but past him. Inside. His heart began to race as he set his nose to the ground, tracking and pacing and searching. Lifting his head to gaze over the blur of the land.

What are the chances? he thought. What are the chances she found one of my kids?

He was a blur the second he spotted her - all motion and fury as he ran toward her cry of pain, her disgusting, hateful voice. And he was silent, except for the drum of paws on soil, and the riotous, crashing thunder of his heart.

Day lunged toward the intruder, forlimbs splayed wide and jaw gaping. If he could, he'd tackle the intruder. If not, he was sure he'd hit something.