Stone Circle fallen through the stones

He felt the strain of muscle beneath his teeth as the intruder tried to squirm away, but the fight was quick to leave him as another appeared – Eivor, Arrax noted, pleased.

Her own strong jaws found his leg and they held tight as the man yelled, pleading. Arrax's ears lay flat as he resisted the urge to sharply tug on his fur to silence him, as one might do with the hide of their prey.

Golden eyes met the green-grey of the stranger's own, the whites visible as he motioned to the circle of stones. Arrax couldn't care less for the monument; to even acknowledge it felt like a knife in his side, heart still pining for his original home.

Readjusting his grip on the man and leaning his weight onto his shoulders to keep him pinned, the boy deferred to the elder drengr to decide the trespasser's fate.