Stone Circle Forgiveness: can you imagine?

Tauris stepped out quietly, but the cool spot she’d left behind woke him. He’d become a light sleeper since he’d begun minding children, and he might have otherwise curled back up and went back to sleep it if hadn’t been for the quiet but stern warning Tauris gave. He couldn’t tell what it was, or who it was that had come to the den, but when Tauris uttered a harsh warning, he rose clumsily to his feet and extracted himself from the others and moved to her side.

His curling, slightly dreaded fur did not lift, so heavy had become, but the few tufts at the crown of his head that were distinctly wolf fur prickled, framing his face. In the darkness, he saw another man- one who smelled of blood, and carried a rabbit. 

Skáld was oblivious to their qualms, but remained at Tauris’ side, owlish gaze starting directly at the man who had come and disturbed Tauris from her sleep.