Stone Circle And with soft deceitful wiles

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The gray morning seemed to come later than usual this day; frostbitten and pooling; without its usual eagerness to affix the world with its infant light. Kavos, who had ranged through the night, barely took notice of the dawning. Dead-eyed and mechanical, the yearling padded east of the Sunspires without any variation to his direction. He moved in a straight line, almost militant in his march, and even with a look that was more than cursory it would appear he was on track to reach somewhere specific.

But there was no destination for the ghostly ferreter. He was a beast who simply moved until there was something to chase instead, and in this season -- when it is entirely possible that being still for too long would warrant a deathly freezing -- he was intuitively motivated to keep his muscles churning. Even as the availability for food waned, Kavos found himself invigorated; traveling for many more miles a day than he often wanted, but unable to find the usual weariness in his sanded, stretching limbs that would draw him to stop.

He did stop abruptly sometime that early morning, although it wasn't fatigue that brought the ferine haunter's progress to a grinding halt. He had come close to a pack's making on the flatland, and mired deep in their tresses, carried faintly on the breeze, were the commingled scents of @Banner and @Stark. Not one inclined for reminiscing, Kavos was forced now to try and recall where he knew these smells from, and why it mattered to him that he place them in his thoughts. The hunter lingered in place for a long while, dumbfounded as he looked onto the plains of Easthollow from his windswept perch on the hill just outside their borders.