Stone Circle in the streets you run free

Murdock had to think for a moment. He didn't know the wolves here all that well, but none of them seemed that strange or off to him. Even Ezekiel seemed to mean well, even if he was absolute trash 100% of the time. "No, I don't think so," he said at last, giving Poppy a reassuring look.

He stood and began to weave through the rocks, looking for his favorite. He didn't know that his younger brother had once taken a long nap upon the very rock he now climbed. If he had, it would not have changed his next action. "Bet your legs are too short to get up here," he teased, hanging his paws off the side of the rock and looking down at his friend.