Stone Circle And I will sing a lullaby

He awoke, feeling a slight trembling in the earth. Faint though the vibrations were, they felt familiar and as if still stuck in a dream, Skáld walked out into the starlit sky and was drawn to the open plains near where the circle of stones reached up toward the heavens. It was not unusual for the boy to go sleepwalking, but he was surprised to find himself fully conscious as he meandered through the quiet sway of tall grasses. 

He reached a stone, and lay his head against it; through it, he could hear the rumbling again. And then, in the distance, he saw them. 

Massive yet majestic, the small herd of bison moved in the moonlight, their unsual, milky-white fur giving them a soft glow. He rubbed his eyes with a paw, sure that he must have been dreaming or hallucinating. 

The white boar.

It wasn't the white boar. It was something else, entirely. 

The herd moved slowly, pausing to graze in the peaceful valley, and Skáld stole away, returning to the den to press his cold nose eagerly against @Tauris' cheek with a soft whimper.