Stone Circle Black as your soul.

West couldn't clear the image from his mind, the blood, the bodies. He knew there was bad in the world, the woodland boy had heard of it, but to see so much death before him...he shook his head a growl escaping his maw as he let out a huff. He should have been there sooner, he could have done something. Perhaps his Aunt would still be alive, or Kaito. Had he not stopped, would things have been different?

The feeling that followed was all too familiar, blaming himself when realistically there was nothing he could have contributed. Perhaps if he was there, but he could not fault himself for not despite how much he wished to. It had been merely two days in passing since the cougar. West recalled learning about them from his uncle, they were normally alone, but he couldn't live with himself if there was another lurking not far. In the days that passed since Easthollow's loss, West had glued himself to the borders, determined to not let another slip by without his knowledge.

It was then that he caught sight of two along the borders, they had not trespassed, but they were too close for his comfort. West did his best to hide the frown that desperately wanted to spread, it was not their fault, but they would not receive his usual smile. Instead, the pair were met with a stern expression as the woodland boy was quick to fill the space between them. You linger near my pack, Easthollow, what is your reason?