Stone Circle turn your head towards the storm that's surely coming along

Lucas trailed along obediently, dancing along as always, sometimes breaking off to do a little solo, other times just strutting along amidst his siblings. The change in scenery would have excited him more if he hadn't already come out this way on his own; the wildflowers were familiar to him now, so he didn't wander away from the group to investigate or cause trouble. He did spend a good deal of time staring at Xan, the neglectful father whom Lucas didn't know because he never so much as visited, though the boy didn't think of him so harshly as that. He thought of him as a stranger, and only knew him for the pack's leader because his mama had told him so.

The only change came when they approached Easthollow's territory and the towering stones became visible even from the outskirts. Lucas leaned up on his toes to peer at them in the distance, tail waving with interest as he whispered, "how'd they get there?" to his nearest cohort. They were met by a vast mountain of a grey wolf with a huge slash of exposed skin across his face that was impossible for the plump pup to ignore. He stared openly at it and for the first time ever, felt queasy and unsteady on his paws. He was too polite to ask about it, but not quite polite enough not to look at it for longer than was socially acceptable, since it was so new (and bothersome) to him.