Stone Circle a fair chance

Xan was returning from the pack’s outskirts when he spied her, stumbling slightly as he tried to stop too suddenly. His coat was mucked up and disheveled, nearly polar opposite to its usually pristine condition; there was an inkling of shame in being seen in such a condition but he ignored it the best he could.

“Laurel,” he greeted as she drew nearer, a slow sway of his tail paired along. “How are you?” His curiosity was genuine, touched gently with uncertainty.