Stone Circle BWP- My Breath's getting short and im unsteady

As the sun set over the plains of dying grass, Greyback stood absentmindedly— his gaze unfocused and unblinking. The recent quakes had been causing not only Easthollow, but the prey around them unrest. Valette had told him about the bison flight during the night. He furrowed his brows at the subject.

What was Easthollow going to do?

Would they need to move?

For now all their members sat and slept patiently inside the stone circle, but Greyback found himself unable to stand with them in the chaos. How was he to pretend everything was okay while they huddled together? Easthollow's numbers were growing, and with winter on the way there was sure to be more asking for entry. His and Valette's children were also growing fast, especially West, who required more food than the others. There was also the issue of the mysterious new pup.

Greyback huffed, his hot breath entangling itself in the crisp wind before dissipating.

CRK GGGRCK

The world shifted underneath Greyback, who now stayed shocked, frozen in place as fear settled over his body. He couldn't do much but close his eyes, hoping it would soon end, but the longer he stood the more he feared whatever force was causing the world to quake.

Taking a trembling pawstep forward seemed to be a mistake. The elder was tilted off balance, loosing his footing and falling to the earth with his own thud. A large gasp left past his lips as he landed wrong, his head bouncing off the earth and ringing loudly in his ears before everything faded to black.