Stone Circle Woulda been gone like a wayward wind

Grayday stood there long after she'd gone, telling himself that he needed to follow. But his paws felt too-large and unbalanced, not suited for movement of any kind. Her silence resonated in his chest, deafened his ears.

He felt, keenly, that he'd just commited a sin too large to be forgiven, too deep to overcome. The wolves in his breast no longer fought, but stared sullenly as the spot where Adeline had stood like a stone against the ocean. This is not right, they said, for once in accord.