Stone Circle ᛊᛁᛞᛁᛏᛁᚱ

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ᚦ — it is a long walk. under the shroud of night time, sleep has evaded the northman, and he has risen slowly. stretching out strong legs, letting his thick hide of carrion's coarse soak up the midnight's light.
leaving the center of the territory where the stones rise and taking to the borders. first along the borders shared with the neighboring pack, and then slowly, where woodland opens up into stretching prairie.
a manful noise made as he yawns, wide jaws stretching. grunting, pausing momentarily to hike a leg and spray a stream of dark piss upon the shaft of a peeling tree. brushing himself against it before moving on brusquely.
taking the scents of the night on his tongue.