Stone Circle like a rollercoaster

Birk had heard about a packmate's death and from words spilled here and there he had almost been able to piece the backstory together. He had shown all the appropriate respect and worn a mournful expression, while Valette had shared the news with the rest of the pack, though inwardly he felt nothing but indifference. He had seen death so many times in his life that the fact itself had lost all meaning and gravity.

In the end it was the living, who mattered. 

He happened to be in the vicinity of the Stone circle, when he noticed a dark pelted wolf appear and sit down next to the place, where the burial ground was. Birk observed the stranger for a while, letting it have some time on his own. Only then - when he deemed the time appropriate - he entered the scene and approached the lonely figure in a friendly manner. "Good day!" he greeted politely, stopping few feet away from the packmate, in case his presence was not welcome.