Stone Circle At every occasion, I'll be ready for the funeral

Stag followed alongside his mother, eyes ever ahead. He took in the road with wide-eyed wonder, often pausing slack-jawed as they came to some new marker. He was well outside of his home - as a homebody, this journey was something of an exotic sojourn the further they went.

He was excited to meet the wolves Takiyok told him of, but he was a little nervous too. What if they didn't like him? What if they thought he was boring, or worse, stupid? What if they expected him to be like his mama, or like Stigmata, and they were sorely disappointed? He bit his lower lip as Takiyok looked upon him reassuringly, fussing privately to himself as she howled.

Now, all they could do was sit and wait.