Stone Circle Distract me

From within the meadow, Greyback peered out into the open, his eyes catching on the familiar frame of Valette. She sat alone, watching out into the valley, to which he guessed was the bison. Greyback himself had sat there many times and looked at the strange creatures, trying to familiarize himself with their ways from afar.

"Lady Valette," His voice was soft, caring, hoping not to startle her. He walked closer, his large body standing behind hers; the sun beating down on his face and chest. He looked down, taking in her posture and flicking his tail. "Pardon my words, I don't mean to be frank- but you seem...troubled." Most wolves he knew preferred to be alone and reflect on places such as this, but he himself knew that reflection was a deep pool that looked shallow. What had Easthollow's leader been reflecting on? Was she drowning? He stayed still, awaiting her answer.