Stone Circle you shall find that

though the dawning morning was clear, cloudless, there was evidence of an overnight snow squall — fresh snow dusts the familiar path that nanoq treds.

not home but to the place with the most familial significance for him.

only to find that a pack has lain claim to it. something ugly seethes beneath the surface, lingering like a burn in his chest. if nanoq were not such a masochist: he would leave.

he would turn and ignore the ache in his cracked paw pads. he would keep going. ever onwards to where ever his legs led him.

but he cannot stay away from the stone circle for too long, which was the deciding factor to why he lifted his head heavenward, silver moonbeams touching upon his muzzle and let out a low howl.