Stone Circle see ya in another life, brotha

Maybe @Sunny? AW, though.

These were the dying days of summer. Murdock had lived through four such times as these, and somehow, things were no less invigorating in his fifth. The dry heat still kindled a fire low in his belly, and the taste of distant, heavy clouds kept him constantly on his paws. A bad wind was blowing from the east, and each cool finger that raked through his pelt seemed to carry a message that echo just beyond the reach of his ears. It made him restless - and a bit moody, even - but he revelled in it all the same.

Today, he was pacing along the borderline, rubbing his shoulder against each tree that he passed. Scent-marking was not his usual cup of tea, but the presence of pups within the territory had awoken old urges in the aging male. Part of him wanted to resent these wolves for forcing him to relive painful memories, but he knew that Valette and Ezekiel had not procreated in order to spite him. They couldn't have; Valette had conceived long before he arrived on Easthollow's borders.

Regardless of his feelings on the matter of pups, he knew it behoved him to do his part. He'd never tell another living soul, but Murdock wasn't sure how he'd be able to go on if more pups died under his watch.