Stone Circle ain't never been a gambler 'cause I'm always bound to lose

I have a joining thread in-progress! Regardless, the scent of pups has Kin feeling rather wary, so he is hanging out on the borders.

Kin had spent precious little time at Easthollow before heading out on his ranging trip. He felt irrevocably changed standing there in the same place, when his heart was tugging him in two different directions. Still, he tried his best to make himself at home, finding places where Valette had marked the borders and rubbing his face and throat over the grass there to take on at least a little of the pack's scent.

Then, as it was another hot, humid day, he found himself a cool rock under a shady tree and stretched out, hanging a paw over the edge and pillowing his chin on a foreleg. Within minutes, he was fast asleep, still recovering from several days of hard travel and sparse meals.