Stone Circle you and atlas are one in the same

The woodland boy waltzed through the snow, his large paws making a clear path behind him in the patchy white blotches that covered the forest floor. He was still admittedly getting used to the cold and the sight of bare branches, but it was the least of his worries. Lately West had been practicing his hunting after his mother showed her approval to move out of the stone circle's sight, but his measly catches barely added to the cache.

His ears swiveled in search of any noises, be they from a future meal or a wolf that nears their borders. What he wasn't expecting to hear was the familiar call of his brother. West paused, unsure if he had heard correctly or if he was finally losing it, but after a moments thought it was worth investigating. Newt had been rather closed off since Clay ran away, perhaps now that he was calling he found their missing brother! It was a high hope, but it's what the young boy chose to believe in as he headed for the call, answering with a howl of his own.

As West neared his eyes met the rather large figure of Newt. At first, he thought it was a stranger, but it seemed he was not the only one who had grown. The second thing he noticed was the lack of anyone else. The woodland boy's tail dropped a fraction knowing it would have been too good to be true, but he'd greet Newt all the same as he rushed to meet him. Newt!