Stone Circle let's go upstate

He'd been wandering the territory with Dawn, looking for something fun to do with his daughter when the scent hit him like a ton of bricks. It'd been snaking in little wisps through the territory all day, but Grayday had assumed it was Valente and thought nothing more of it. Stupid, since over half the pack consisted of mature shewolves.

Now that he was closer to the source, he could tell that he'd been wrong. This wasn't Valette's scent.

"Shit," he sighed, ignoring the scandalized look that Dawn sent his way. He surged forward, Dawn hurrying to keep up at his side, until he caught sight of a reddish blur nestled in the grass a few yards away.

For a moment, his stomach lurched. His mouth went dry. None of it made sense, but for one heart-stopping moment, he would've sworn it was Adeline.

But reality soon caught up with him. He glanced toward his daughter, and then back toward the strange and strongly-scented woman. Under the thick fog of her heat, he could tell that she was one of their own. And, it looked like she was behaving smartly, despite his fears.

"Hi," Grayday said awkwardly. Beside him, Dawn looked between the two wolves with a bemused look on her face.