Stone Circle Tomorrow, open the door

Ezra had been vigorously digging at a groundhog’s hole when a calm breeze revealed the whereabouts of Mawk. The boy paused what he was doing and turned to take after the zeta’s trail, his nose low to the ground as he worked his way closer to the older male. The grayscale child had never really communicated or tried to bond with anyone other than family, but as he got older and slowly began to realize the fundamentals of what packs were built on, Ezra had been trying to become a bit more social. Whether he was succeeding or failing in this endeavor had yet to be seen, but so far he was happy with the progress he’d made.

As he spotted the parchment furred man in the distance, Ezra hurried his steps and let out a soft woof towards the male. His tail swished behind him in a friendly manner, tongue lolling out the side of his mouth as he stopped a few feet from the wolfdog.