Stone Circle ACT I, SCENE III

Gunnar was old, but he wasn't dead and at the first breath of another pawstep across his border and then further. He flew forward with a snarl, full body contact if he could. Teeth seeking the ruff and to slam whoever it was to the ground and hold.

There had always been breadth to his stocky frame even as an old man. And he would ignore the protest of muscles and bones to seek violence against an invasion to his home.