Stone Circle I smell children

The woodland boy had gone back to the borders, his wounds from a previous encounter had very little left to fully heal, but at least the aches had disappeared. Of course, though, it wouldn't be a patrol if something wasn't out of place, or at least that's what it felt like to him now. A scent path lingered at the edge of the territory betraying their markers as it continued into the heart of the territory. Worst of all, the scent of those other wolves he fought off lingered on whoever was intruding.

Fur bristled along the boy's spine as he quickly followed uncertain of what kind of harm this wolf wanted to inflict. Luckily, Easthollow had always been fairly open with the plains, it wouldn't be long until his eyes landed upon a stranger. She was bright, her coat betraying her amongst the tall grass, and worst of all it seemed her gaze was glued to one of their pups. A boy who had already suffered enough. A growl escaped his throat as he quickly stepped forward, intent on moving between her and the kid, Hasn't your pack learned yet? I thought I made the message clear that we don't take kindly to trespassers. For once his voice was low, betraying any form of kindness.