Stone Circle the away mission

He came over the hill with the scent of deer thick in his nose, leading west towards the mountains. The wolf took on an easy stride as he picked up speed; however, he did not get far before pausing, his bulk staggering against the momentum it carried and bracing against the exposed stone of the earth. The scent drifted across another collection of hills and in to a valley and that had been fine, except when he spotted the distant stone spires. They appeared to be arranged in an unnaturally even circle. Curious. The wolf was not here to cause any alarm—he was merely hungry—but for a vague few moments he was as still as a statue, listening to his surroundings, as if expecting an attack.