Stone Circle Worn to the bone

@Nanook ! :)

With the rise of the sun came the movement of the scout's large, dark paws prowling through the snow in the early hours. He had spent most, if not all, of his time reverting to his old habits - work, work, work. It was not that, in any sense, he disliked it, for it kept his mind off things that would pain his heart to think about. So he continued working. Patrolling, hunting, marking, all the duties he'd once prided himself at being dependable for. It was true that he hurt, but it was pushed aside for now.

Mawk stopped underneath a particularly large tree, finding himself soon sat beneath the leaf-less branches lost in thought. Soon he would get back to his patrol but for now his amber gaze scanned the horizon and his black tipped ears perked forward to catch the sounds of the land they claimed.