Stone Circle turn off your porcelain face

In all honesty he hadn’t been gone long, considering he had traveled all the way to Blackfeather. As he reached home, his step heavy from the emotional few days, he threw a howl up for @Nanook. Alerting her to his return, a smile cresting his lips as he hoped she would come find him.

He hesitated and cocked his head to the side. What was that? A scent he had never smelt before. His olive gaze narrowed, as he followed the smell. Finding the prints of a stranger well within the sacred borders of Easthollow, Siarut grew angry. A snarl curled his lips, his pace increasing to a sprint.

He finally found the dark shades of the mangy intruder. A furious bark ripped from his lips, as he charged the lone wolf. His teeth snapped, as he gained speed.