Stone Circle le petit prince

Spring blossoms bowed in the wake of his strides, as he plunged across a narrow band of river and proceeded deep in to the valley. The wind eddied the foamy clouds overhead, pulling them apart like cotton to wisps across the blue.

He felt as if he were swimming through the green of the hillside. As he slowed to a pause and looked around, out of breath but feeling quite alive, he saw a few shapes on the horizon which looked like wolves; that or a gathering of coyotes giving chase to the milling herd.

With his interest piqued (rather, his hunger) the pale boy drifted down the hillock but after a few strides he was met with the obvious markers denoting a claim, so he stopped short and reversed, looking around in case anyone was around - but the distant hunters had vanished. So, deliberating for a heartbeat or two, the boy lifts his chin and sings a pleasant little tune.

@Greyback or @Valette I suppose? Or anyone really! If the pack is full feel free to tell him so.