Stone Circle Trying to find a way to revive

seldom was rosewood beside the border by his own volition. he preferred wandering inland, where flowerbeds hadn’t been damaged by scent markings, or across territories in the meadow. this particular afternoon (by lucky happenstance), he’d decided to change his routine and search for wild poppies.


the stranger’s vague figure came before his voice, neither a pleasant or unpleasant surprise, but carrying an aura about him that made rose uneasy. he wrote it off as paranoia and continued his search, choosing to ignore this outsider until the call was made.


rosewood waited until he finished his howl, then trotted in his direction. the slight orange tones scattered through his fur reminded him of autumn leaves, bringing a small grin to his face. hi, he said, stopping a few feet away, i’m not a leader here, but maybe i can help you with something.


while awaiting the man’s response, rosewood settled himself into a half-seated position, not wanting to offend either leader should they then arrive.