Stone Circle I slithered here from Eden

 Moss, ever true to his promise, harnessed the energy saved from not speaking at breakneck speed to reminisce. His mind had been drug to his family and how much the little ones must have grown since he had last seen them. It had already been over a year. A year since he had begun his travels, since he had walked the same isolated path as this woman. The little wolf looked down his hooked nose to see the silver that had begun to spread. They didn't wish that for anyone.

As his eyes grazed the group of strangers once more, Moss sensed a shift in the woman's expression. Then she had frozen, and Moss felt his pelt bristle. What was wrong now? He slowly padded to her side as she sunk to the ground. Their heart lurching in their chest, Moss positioned their small frame to create an impartial wall between Tauris and the scrutiny of her packmates, offering a shield of privacy to the best of their ability.

When the sobbing had calmed, Moss lowered himself to the ground, staying to the side so she wouldn't be forced to face him if she didn't want to. Their voice was gentle, softened by years of practice, 

Do you want to talk about it?