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

He felt homesick, likely because they were finally comfortable enough that Evergreen could sit and think about what they now were missing. He was grateful for Thistle’s presence; without her, he would be lost.

“Yeah, you’re right.” The bearish wolf snuggled closer, brushing his muzzle into the roan fur of his sister. “We should look for a den.” Of course, Evergreen refused to move himself for a long moment. Eventually, he stood and gave Thistle a big grin, wagging his tail. “Lead the way, Captain.”