Stone Circle This wolf

Skáld found his way to the pack’s most prominent and unusual landmark, as he often did, so he might lay in the shade of one of the tall stones and have a nap. There, he could rest in the lee of the stone, and the breeze would barely ruffle his curly fur. He passed noontime, when the shadow grew short and disappeared, and found himself glowing with warmth when he awoke.

He at up and shook the daisy petals from his pelt. He’d forgotten that he’d picked a few, but had rolled over them while napping- they wouldn’t be a fit gift for Tauris now.

Movement in the trees caught his eye, and he saw amid the tall trees, a wolf whose pelt could have had them disappear in a stand of birch trees. Skáld let out a quiet, polite boof! in greeting for the one who wandered nearby.