Stone Circle the away mission

He should have been more attentive. Tulimaq had never seen anything like this circle of stones before, not even in the north where the stones formed icy cairns. He stopped moving forwards when he heard the sounds of steps, but by that point it was too late and the shadow was upon him. The wolf turns his attention away from the stones a split-second later and cannot help but bristle when he realizes he's being spied upon; but a moment later he realizes, due to his proximity to the stones, that there is a definite scent here. A wolf scent. This land is not open for crossing. Mentally he's cursing at himself for being so distracted, and steps back from both the stranger and the rocks with a deferential dip to his head. 

Tulimaq snakes back a few feet but doesn't leave yet; he is aware of his company and once he's a good distance away he stops, turns, and observes them. They appear young. Lean, tall, but well built. Perhaps they would make a good warrior one day. He lifts his head, finding his natural confidence again, and calls out with a boof that carries over the windswept hill; a very late hello.