Stone Circle he is without a heart

The elder had arrived late to the scene with a gate slowed by age. His face, one darkened with youth had been bleached, scorned with the wrinkles of time so apparent under his warm honey gaze. Where once his head held high it now hung downwards, burdened almost by the weight of his crown—his patriarchy to the hollow having taken it's toll upon it's jewel.

Rushing forward unannounced, the mammoth attempted to fling himself into the fray of bodies, his jaws opening wide to let out a thunderous yell loud enough to be heard by the god's ears.

"ENOUGH!" He commanded, eager to break up the fight around them, to crowd in front of Polaris and his son in an attempt to shield them from the onslaught of teeth and fangs.