Stone Circle ~The strong man is strongest when alone….~

Bjorn had returned from a hunting trip just outside the borders. In his jaws he carried three plump rabbits; not enough to feed all the newcomers, but enough to give as a welcome gift. 

He reached the borders, and as he neared the standing stone’s circle, a grey, feminine figure came into view. As he drew closer, he recognized the wolf as one of the newcomers, yet he stood his ground, quiet, like the stones themselves, brown eyes searching.