Stone Circle Forgiveness: can you imagine?

He’s back. The rebel without a cause, and the only packwolf indignant enough to set upon her den, unannounced, at nightfall.

She rises silently, a warning bray pressing at her teeth but only withheld for the courtesy of her sleeping family that she would not rouse all for this rat to try to prove a point. She scents him first, then the hare, and finally her eyes meet his against the gathering dark.

“One warning. Back off,” a rolling urge not from a threadbare girl, nor a woman, but a mother who will not hesitate to defend her children.