Stone Circle Ashes

A light rustling alerted the boy as he quickly moved back, standing taller with his tail out, eyes scanning until they picked up on his visitor. A white woman almost as tall as his father stepped out slowly, and while she seemed nice, he wasn't about to put his guard down. Not after Leta, not with the quakes.

West racked his brain trying to recall the time his father encountered a wolf at the borders. He had only seen him handle it once and...that wolf was strange. Um...This is Easthollow. The stones are our home. My parents have been very busy lately and I do not think they would like a trespasser, but I can call them here? His response was almost robotic compared to the powerful authority his father held. He was sure his mom would include something about the stones since they were so important, but after that, he was at a loss on what to do.