Stone Circle Way down inside honey, you need it,

Cole stood his ground, the sharp scent of the border biting at his nose. The larger male turned away with a final word—just one. Good.
That was all he needed to hear.
Cole gave a small nod, before casting one last glance toward the stone circle beyond the treeline. He didn’t step over. Didn’t need to. Let the man have his claim.
Then we’ve got no quarrel, he said, voice low and rough as gravel. With that, he turned back the way he came, heavy steps fading into the hush of the trees.