Stone Circle affectionately flipping the bird

Fog settled on the Valley; eerie, yet equally breathtaking. Evergreen found himself awake before the sun had even risen. Sometimes it happened, although rare. Maybe nature was calling for him, longing for his active presence, or maybe uncle Kaisyn was right and Evergreen is just a dumbass. Whatever option was true, the bearish wolf took to stretching his legs.

He stopped mid-yawn when he reached the Stones. Towering above the heads of even the largest wolves in the pack, it was such an amazing sight. He was just... startled to see he was not the only one to bask in their glory. Ears folded back, flustered heat touching his cheeks as he spotted Greyback. Evergreen felt like he was intruding on a private moment (his ogling probably did not help, either).

Clearing his throat, he swerved one ear forward in the general direction of the Patriarch; otherwise maintaining a submissive posture. Good.. Good morning, Sir.