Stone Circle You fought and died, I fought and lost

Disa only noticed that he had puffed himself up when his fur settled again. She smiled ruefully. He seemed skittish – a man built for a big family and vibrant pack life, sitting alone in an unnatural circle of stones.

"And what will you do now?" Disa tilted her head to one side, staring at him with her big silver eyes. "What kind of pack draws...?" She let the sentence hang, waiting for a name.