Stone Circle Thunder Glow

The first impression of Easthollow was quite good. Compared to the Ice Fields and Redhawk caldera this was by far the best place Birk had lived so far. Probably, there was a difference, when you joined or stayed with a pack not because you particularly liked the people around you, but because of a desperate need. Marriage of convenience was good, stable and often a very practical one, but for the northerner it had never been a very happy one. Therefore he hoped that by making a choice based on the fact that he had a good feeling about the place, he had not made a mistake. Time would tell.

He was tracing the borders today, following one landmark to the other to know for sure, where their - his - lands ended and where the strangers were free to wander. Now and then he stopped to sniff at the scents the others before him had left, and if he deemed it neccessary, he added one of his own. Then he marched on.