Stone Circle And our Scars Remind Us II

Swiftlet was becoming less and less content within the bounds of his pack's range. Bored, with the same scenery and same day-to-day. He had a taste of what existed beyond their home and wanted more. He was making his way out to wander when the strange call went up. Something — someone — different. That was all he needed.

Yeah? What do you want? He inquired as he marched up to Kvarsheim's visitor, taking note of the unique ring of white fur around the other wolf's eye and feeling a pinch of envy.

It was cool.