Stone Circle How? What? Why?

Greyback had been down by the stream, flipping rocks over with his paws in search for any critters to eat. So far he had no luck, and with a final turn of a stone he began to realize that perhaps they didn't inhabit this stream anymore. Snuffling, he searched over the water one final time before grumbling. He would either have to search the other stream on the far side of the territory or give up and head to the caches.

Turning around he was shocked to find Arlette, her white fur standing out between the trees. She had been avoiding him since the meeting, not that he blamed her. It seemed all the wolves were quite keen on keeping their distance from the man. "Oh- Arlette. What can I help you with?" he questioned, turning his head and keeping his voice low to seem more welcoming. He didn't want to scare her off, not when she was finally opening back up to him.