Stone Circle Branches were sewn by the color of green

Language had always been of keen interest to Siarut. He spoke a few languages, only two fluently, but there were others he could understand. And so her use of the word found struck Sia as odd. He gave a slight tilt of his head in curiosity but other wise let her keep her stories. She was obviously fairly nervous, and he got the weird sensation of guilt settling in his stomach. Not a feeling he was used to when speaking with other in his own home.

“They are very nice. They’ve helped a lot of people.” Even in his own tenure within Easthollow Sia had seen many come and go, man battered and bruised people. Even know he could think of the tragic tails that lingered with the territory, Polaris and Clay, the first names that came to mind. Easthollow has become a sanctuary to so many.

“I have been here for some time now. It’s almost been a year now.” It has been so long since he had seen Takiyok. Their last meeting hadn’t been the best. But then he had been distracted by Nanook, and the children, and gosh he had really lost track of the time. In that moment Sia decided he would leave in the coming days. To visit his sister. There were so many in the pack that would help protect Nanook and their children. It was at times like this that he had to learn to rely on his pack.