Stone Circle Life alone makes me shake

For @Reverie <33

The three-legged Star had ventured out of their hollow and into the lands surrounding. He had caught wind of Kvarsheim, blown in on the cold front that threatened more snow. Crowfeather had felt a small measure of guilt with Silvertongue racing between their neighbor packs, building diplomatic friendships for them. It was time that he did the same.

There was a thick fur that he had draped on his back. In his mouth was a handsome pheasant, plump for eating.

Crowfeather placed the bird at his paws and drew his head back to call for a member of Kvarsheim. He hoped that Bjarna might hear him, but he could not be certain.