Stone Circle Lost and found

As always, the mammoth of a man made his evening rounds through the territory with a head held high and a tail softly swaying. He enjoyed such patrols for the sounds of birds and insects, the sweet smell of the breeze, and even the sparse sightings of his pack mates—some of them chatting and playing among the leaves or grass; but today he was paused by the sight of Evergreen chatting with his daughter, both of them smiling and talking happily.

Perhaps it was the season, or maybe just his parental instincts, but something in the patriarch wanted him to approach the male, assert himself, and scare him far away from his daughter. "Hmm," he inwardly hummed as he gazed at them before shaking off the feeling and going on his way