Stone Circle Harvest Serenity

Birk had first caught scent of the settlement and then caught sight of some wolves. From the distance it was hard to tell, how many, therefore he made his approach carefully - being alert and ready to either run or defend himself, in case the group turned out to be hostile. The misanthropic sister of Raven was still vivid in his memory and he did not want to scar his handsome face just because he had trusted the well-meaning yet not tested nature of the strangers.

He circled the claimed area, measuring it with his steps and trying to tell, how many resided here. If the smells had been very dense, he would have left. Experience had taught him that too many wolves meant, less food for all involved. However, from, what he could deduce - this was not a very big pack. So - perhaps - it would do. If they had him.

Still located at a safe distance from the borders, he lifted his muzzle and howled for the leaders to meet him outside.