Stone Circle I know some people who are flying straight

There was a peaceful silence, one that he relished in - but despite his admiration for the quiet, he longed desperately to hear the little pawsteps (ones that were so much bigger now) padding across the ground toward him. He missed their little smiles, their quirks and differences, everything about them... he loved. He wished he could travel back in time and protect his children from all the harm that had befallen them, all the heartbreak and pain, be it mental or physical. And... he wished he could bring back Burr. Oh Burr, he had not deserved that terrible fate. The only solace Mawk could find when he looked back was that Burr was finally at peace. But the same could not be said for his living young, and this was why he had set off to find them. The man wanted to spend time with them, connect with them, before it was too late. Time slipped through the hands of those who let it - he would not be one of them.

At first the approach of another caught him off guard, and he momentarily believed it to be one of his children, who had apparently found him in his little journey to find them. But after a second more, the scent proved to belong to somebody else and he was suddenly faced with the grey male that he recognised as Stark. Instinctively, Mawk dipped his head in respect to the other wolf before allowing a small smile to grace his features.