Stone Circle When the world starts falling I'll hold on to you

He feels like nothing else matters in the world; it’s just him and his sister, no worries to be had. They play like children, and it warms his heart. Evergreen laughs loud and joyous. The volume grows as Thistle joins him. He loves her little antics; her wiggles and stomps. “You might have won this time,” he says between his chuckles. “But you won’t win the war!” Evergreen promises, as he always does after their battles.

The bearish wolf gets to his feet, shaking the dusting of snow that covers his brown coat. He gives Thistle a mischievous look, and without missing a beat, attempts to charge at her. This time hoping to make both of them collapse into a heap in the snow.