Stone Circle Wayward wanderings

They walked steadily, but surely. They had heard, from Gwen before departing, that Ganador and Easthollow had been on somewhat good terms, as the Empress had already visited them, though that did not mean he expected to just be let in. After all, they had pups with them too, and often Spring and Summer were the times when litters were born most - Mawk did not know what to expect here, but he was assuming it would be harder for them to gain the alpha/s favour when they had newborns with them. Even so, the wolfdog did not doubt that they could find a home before the week was over - there was another pack in the close area, so if things did not work here they could always try there - Gwen had apparently spoken to the alpha there already too.

He spared a glance at his mate, flashing her a postitive smile - they would be fine, he was sure. He wagged his curled malamute-style tail, knowing it often made her laugh. In times like this, laughing was good, even if it didn't last long. Ganador would be missed, but they could start anew and they would find a safe place to call their home once more. Mawk gazed then at the youngsters that trailed beside them. Three beautiful pups. Cebra and him took turns carrying each one, though of course there was only two adults, so one pup was always being nudged along on the ground. 

Upon arriving at the borders, the scout halted and watched as his wife hushed the children and told Burr to sit still. He lowered his head and placed Rowana gently on the ground, looking at his mate again to see if she would howl. She did, and Mawk joined his call to hers, hoping the sound of two voices might bring attention quicker. "It'll be fine," he spoke softly, pressing his side against her pelt and looking out to see if anyone would approach.