Stone Circle your crown is burning gold and blood

it seemed like a good place to conclude & archive this. i hope that's ok! :D

Wardruna follows her at a respectful distance to keep the place of subordinate and leader evident but also so that he can keep her in his line of sight, else he runs the real risk of accidentally running into her if she should stop and is out of the perceptual vision of his right eye. He tucks the information away that she offers him: forest, plains and something she calls a stone circle. The northerner studies the available den she leads him to, studying it with a critical eye thinking that once the tour is finished he will return to it to investigate it further. She moves on and he follows in her wake to the cache she leads him to. To Wardruna’s chagrin his stomach lets out a low rumble at the prospect of succulent meat and saliva rushes to pool in his mouth as she announces that she will let him settle in. “Thank you.” If it is not the first time he has uttered those words in his life it is certainly the first time that they’ve been sincere. He offers her a sage nod in acknowledgement to her request to meet the others of the pack. He will, once his hunger is sated and he’s investigated his den a bit further. He’s never been one to sleep in a den but with the colder months upon them it seems practical to seek a shelter that might hold his warmth. After she departs he unearths the meat cache and shifts through it with his nose, picking out a bit of meat and settling upon his stomach in a sphinx-like position to dine and enjoy knowing that he will have to put forth twice the effort to try to replace what he takes from it.