Stone Circle wolf talon

Apologies for the small novel lol

Since Raventhorpe's arrival to the Stones, Arrax had made himself scarce, avoiding company and offering very little in the way of words to those who came across him. He was upset, but did not find any solace in running to his parents for comfort. They were the ones who agreed to the merge, after all; they had been the ones to drag them what felt like halfway across the world to settle in a flat, open plain filled with strangers.

Strangers who now ruled over them.

A sudden call from the borders had the boy scramble to his feet after spending most of the day laying in the shadows, all too eager to see a familiar face despite his sulking.

"Eivor!" he called as he raced to the borders, tail flying high in the air as he spotted another, smaller child speaking to the warrior woman. He rushed past her, not even sparing a single glance. She did not deserve the title Eivor addressed her by.

The smell of fox blood drew his gaze to her offerings, and the young Cairn gave a pleased nod. "You bring fine gifts." Though they were unnecessary. In his eyes, she did not need to make a case for herself; any pack would be lucky to have Eivor.

"You are always welcome here," he added, taking it upon himself to accept her into the fold. The supposed leaders of Kvarsheim were unneeded here.