Stone Circle stoneheart

The stones were a haunt of his; visited daily, and reflected upon. By now, each had a character, in his mind. They made him feel things, odd things. A couple of the stones he did not spend much time with, as they reminded him of something sad, or something frightening. They never changed; the sun lit them, and the moonlight washed them clean, but they never changed. He liked the monotony, and felt guarded by the stones, especially when the pack's numbers grew fewer. 

He was sad about Ike and his family leaving. He knew very little of the details, but didn't question the decision as it had not been his to make. He began to wonder if there would ever be other children in the pack again. Loneliness made him lose sleep; he was only half awake, and had a thrumming at the back of his mind when he rose for the day. 

Seeking comfort, or perhaps answers, he roved toward the stone circle, only to see that Bjarna was already there. He could see only her, and only part of her- the rest of her was obscured by one of his favourite stones. Perhaps he could talk to her about-

-she was talking to someone already. 

He should probably leave her to it...But curiosity got the better of him, and he began to approach slowly, rounding around the stones so that he might catch a glimpse of whoever it was that Bjarna was talking to. 

His feet dragged and his legs stiffened. He wouldn't see her- he stiffly fell to the ground, and in his vision was the white boar again. Its tusks broken, but its blue eyes kind, still. He felt simultaneously terrified and peaceful, as his body convulsed.