Stone Circle godless and free

 

Without Valette's presence among Easthollow Stark found himself settling into a familiar routine. His scent was strong on the borders, joining Nanook and another he did not know. He had split his time between border patrol and playing Mr. Mom, keeping the children safe and sound while Val was on her mission for Nikai. Despite his initial feelings on his place in the pack Stark was growing more antsy. He was settled and it was equally disturbing to him  Just when had he let that happen? 

Some part of him felt he should do more - be more than he was - and that part was as loud as the cracks of antlers as the bucks warred with one another. Spring approached and with it the hormonal flux. Stark felt stiff legged and antsy, choosing to try and disperse his aggression in a hunt rather than on a packmate. He was stalking a fat hare, unaware of the approach of the other scent heavily lacing the borders.