Stone Circle Heavy are the winds from the east, they have come to see

can just be a cameo!

He wasn't entirely sure where Reverie had dragged him this time around. Grassland, lots of it; the arch of hills and tall, intimidating stones just in the distance. A well-marked border ebbed at Boone's nerves, and so for a while, he stood back. He wouldn't impose himself, not here.
And so he sniffed around, for a while, a flush of birds that came whirling from the tallgrass. He'd been content with watching them while Reverie and little Blossom spoke with whoever they sought. Family, old friends, it seemed; Goo-nar, some girl named Toe-riss, and... Bee-yarn-uh. Sure, whatever;
Until he heard the weeping, and a different name not mentioned previously from one of the pack's womenfolk: Lestan.
His head whips around like a deer staring into headlights, and his concern is imminent. He takes a trudging step closer before he stops with a frown. Comfort, his instinct said, peel Reverie away and whisk her somewhere else, but something told him that was not his place here.