Stone Circle but before the melt

another aw!

It was dusk, the sun was cresting over the endless flower filled meadows of Stone Circle, casting colorful shadows onto the ground. The sky seemed to reflect those colors, filling the clouds with pink and orange lights, like peaches and tangerines in the sky. There was little wind, and little sound but the soft swaying of grass as Ezekiel passed through it. The land certainly did not know of Steady's death. If it did, it would be just as dark and crippled as Ezekiel felt.

His routine was keeping him going. Waken at dawn, patrol, hunt, sleep, waken at dusk patrol, sleep. On those rare occasions when his routine was broken, Ezekiel was reminded of all the sadness and anger that he was being tested of, and he could hardly bear it. He would never admit it, or go looking for it, but he needed someone to be with him, there for him. He was setting too big a bar however. The only wolf he truly wanted by his side during this time was Valette, and he knew very well that she did not want him back. Sometimes he thought it would be easier to just leave, but this was his home.