Firestone Hot Springs this will never end

Arlette was clueless what the male thought of her. If so she would probably have been flustered by such kind thoughts of her. She dipped her head when he repeated the words, it seemed she taught him something new today. She liked that idea. When he turned his gaze to her she returned it, pausing for a second, taking him in.

"Alright. My family's pack is named Easthollow. To the east. In our territory we have a stone circle,' she explained, she hoped that the male would be able to understand most of it. "No ordinary stones, long and tall stones." She tried to mimic it by standing on her handles and lifting her front paws up. Long and tall.

"When someone dies they are buried by a stone. The stone then becomes a representation of the wolf we lost. We have the Father stone, Mother, Warrior, Maiden, Sister, Pilgrim, and Lost Souls." She was not sure he would know all those terms but he did know warrior now. "The stone represents who they were in life. My aunt died when I got my scars. She got the Pilgrim stone for her remarkable life's journey. My mother thinks the spirits stay in the earth with us, watching over the land. All our meetings are held at the Stone Circle to remember values of the past."

She looked at him, unsure how much he got of that, or how much she had been rambling. She offered him a soft smile. "I don't know what is the truth, but it is what helps us, right? To cope..."