Stone Circle daddy did you think that you could outrun the holy ghost

Murdock's ears quirked at the sound of a hailing howl. Someone was calling for him - something that didn't happen often, where Steph wasn't concerned. He'd made few other bonds within the pack, but that didn't bother the older male very much. He'd lived a long life on his own, and had made peace with that fact long ago.

Figuring he ought to mind the call, the male heaved himself to his paws and shook the snow out of his fur. His shoudler twinged, protesting the motion, but he trotted along anyway, not wanting to keep the caller waiting.

He followed the sound to the standing stones, his ears going back in unpleasant realization as he caught sight of Ezekiel. This exact same thing had happened before, and Murdock couldn't help but feel this might end the same way: unfinished. But he'd never shied from uncomfortable situations before, and he wasn't going to start now. Buck up, buttercup, he thought to himself, forcing his body to relax as he approached the younger male.

"You spend a lot of time here, huh?" said Murdock, wondering if this might be the de-facto meeting place for this pack. He'd not yet had enough meetings to be able to tell for sure.