Stone Circle ironblood

before garait could ask the she-wolf for introductions, a new creature appeared, this one fierce with a hawk's hunting glare and a cream mask. the lift of her lips and the aggression with which she drew her flanks across the nearby trees was a clear warning to the gaul. and it was one he would heed. while he was more than curious about the sacred stones, he had venextos of which to think — it would not do the brothers well if one of them were injured in their wanderings.
the ocean of his eyes fell first on the posturing wolf, then to the kinder demeanor of the first. but the brennus would not try his luck. he was not a man of words; he had no sly tongue with which to wheedle.
but neither did he wish to leave — not yet.
backing slowly away from the pair, broad paws leaving their indentations in the snow, garait shook out his ruff and swung his tailtip at his hocks again, sure to keep his broad muzzle low, his stance deferential.