Stone Circle I see friends shaking hands

Coming to a stop, his eyes locked hard onto Gunnar's. Fadir's.

In the midst of the suns beating heat, he felt a cold chill break through his coat and glaze over his skin. Clenching the rabbit in his mouth, the stalker fell quiet. Just him, Gunnar, and the breeze along their spines.

Perhaps Bonnie had forgotten here, for a moment. That Gunnar was no Westwater. Bonnie meant it true, when he said it. To him, he was no sparring partner. No option to pick from. To Bonnie, he would surely cause unneeded injury to a lupine in no need of fights in his age. Little did he consider that it could have been taken as a threat. Then so be it.

Wasn't like he could fix it.

Then, he turned his back to him, and in a loosened jaw to give one final response, his eyes on the ground and ears pointed towards it, "Whatever." His voice softened again, as he did not know what to do with it any longer. But he picked no fight.