Deepwood Weald white stones

For @Minnow

The two packs were close together, but he'd found a trail marked by cairns built of white stones. The borders were strong on either side, but the male recognized this mark of peace and took it for granted. He moved along the trail, and only when the swirling mists were at their most menacing did he consider these stones might not be what he'd assumed.

Wanting to be safe, he lifted his voice to howl: Hello; I'm friendly. I'm just passing through.

He expected someone might still come to check him out. Truthfully, he would be grateful for the company.