Stone Circle destiny is all

He smelled it before he saw it. Pungent. Musky. And his fur rose. He quickly followed the scent and what he saw there froze his blood and bones. He thought of the pups in the circle. The wolves he was now responsible for and he grew tired and weary. But he would do what he must to protect those therein. 

He shifted and moved upwind. And then gave bark of warning. Perhaps this one would move on, not attack. He could hope. he could hope.