Stone Circle red spider lily

Fig made his way through the territory, headed to the borders. He had made a habit lately of taking a path that lead him through the stone circle and Gunnar's grave, watchful for packmates that could use a word of comfort in this time of mourning.

That day, he came across one of Gunnar's children. The sight was not one he expected, though. Nor was the scent—blood, iron and pungent. Fig moved a little quicker to bring himself to the young boy's side, looking over the scene with concern that was held in check by the fact that he saw no open wounds. Just bloody gums and a pelt that appeared to be substitute for a sponge.

"Are you alright?" Fig asked gently, hoping not to startle the youth.