Stone Circle she's got her eyes fixed on the floor

alsek was thoroughly exhausted from their journey. it had taken only a few days, but to his small body, it felt like an eternity. polaris's announcement that they'd made it came as an obvious relief, one to which he replied: whew!

polaris was visibly troubled, her shaky breaths strangely familiar. alsek knew that feeling of dread; it had plagued him since infancy, and continued to fester into childhood. he knowingly snaked himself through her legs, then settled into a seat beside her chest to gently rub against the light fur of either leg. 

okay? he asked, staring up into her mismatched eyes with viridescent gaze, okay, pola. alsek didn't know why this was such a big deal, but he'd seen other wolves doing the same thing before being welcomed into whitebark. artyom had never turned anyone away, and so surely, this pair would be welcomed.