Stone Circle taught me to weep and moan

I promise Mar this is the last MOS wolf I'm sending to your border for a while :') set after this thread -- he obviously doesn't know the news yet

Bleeding and despondent, Shale initially began to head back to Dawnlark Plains but decided against it--he didn't have the heart to face anyone right now. He was hurt, both in body and mind, and needed to take some time away. Some time to talk. Grayday wouldn't understand; he'd been pushing for this. Catori, perhaps, but she was busy with the pups. Everyone else was too young, or not close enough to him.

There was one person that might be an open ear, though--his older brother.

Giving the creek a wide berth--he shot a dark glare in that direction--he began the trek to Easthollow, and arrived around sundown, the sky a wonderfully vivid blend of so many colors. . .fire in the west, a soft, muted purple-blue to the east. The moon was beginning to rise, and he stopped just outside the border, the evening wind rippling through his pelt. The wounds on his ankle and shoulder stung; he'd need to have them looked at, soon.

He tipped back his head and gave a soft call to Murdock, then snapped his muzzle down, waiting. Tense, terse. If anyone could talk him through the turbulent mess of feelings in his brain, it would be Mur. He was hesitant to broach the topic regarding Pema, given their history. . .but it must be done. Out with it.