Stone Circle When in doubt

The man stood alone, looking at the stones that towered above him. As always, they never moved— as always, they provided sanctuary and a calm mind to him. He wasn't there for any particular reason other than to look at them tonight, eyes wide and taking in each chip and crack that bled through their surfaces. The Father stone always held the most meaningful connection to him. He saw himself in the stone as silly as that thought was. The stone was the tallest of them all, large and towering, but it meant protection—safety, guidance.

Twitching his ear to the sound of a soft voice, the Easthollow wolf noticed he was not alone. Turning, he moved out from the shadow of the tall stone and found the crystalline fur of Arlette. She was hard not to notice with how white she was, even if she was plopped onto the ground. He strode towards her slowly, clearing his throat as he went as to not startle her.

"Arlette?" he called, stepping in front of her and looking straight down at the near-yearling. He had still felt awkward around Valette's children with the recent news of their mother's and his relationship—especially since he was worried they might think he's replacing their father. It was true he held to strongest connection to Arlette out of all of them; he played with her most when she was just a whelp. He took in her sulked expression. "What's wrong, little one?"