Stone Circle foxtails

sorry for the wait - leadership in flux! excuse me being a little vague still <3

Kristjan was not particularly fond of patrolling, but he could understand the need for it. Besides that, Kvarsheim could use a bit of the mundane, a little normalcy, to bring stillness after the tumultuous stirring of their waters. They’d lost more than one wolf in a single bound, and he was determined not to lose the rest to the shambles becoming his life…

He sighed deeply, ending in a loud, exasperated noise.

Almost in that same instance, he noticed a firelit figure on the dawning horizon. Picking up his tail, he trotted towards the outline until it became a fully detailed wolf: a dashing, if not confused-looking, redwood male. Hallo, stranger, Kristjan greeted openly. You have arrived at Kvarsheim. I am Kristjan. He looked on expectantly. Are you looking for someone?

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Whether there was any dialogue or not, the male turned to walk his own way, and Kristjan renewed the border there before resuming his patrol.