Stone Circle from wanting the things i don't need

The browning of leaves had not gone unnoticed by the troubled man - with the coming of autumn he had grown restless, paws itching to move; why he suddenly desired to traipse the wilderness was unknown to him, though it was evolving impatiently with the arrival of his adoptive nephew to the borders of Easthollow. He was deeply sorrowful for the news of Skylaris' passing, and with the loss came the familiar waves of pain that he had begun to grow used to. Perhaps this was why he did not shed a tear, grieving in silence for the departure of his best friend, who though not related in blood, Mawk had often referred to as one of his sisters. He was not bitter for his suffering, did not pity himself for the dull sway of air in the bleak morning, but alas he remained as sorrowful as ever and doubled his patrols again to preoccupy his mind.

He had many things he wished to discuss with his love, but she was resting and needed time to herself, and he would provide her with the space she needed - though even with this, he often lay by her side and relished in the comfort of her presence against his fur, or her gentle voice as it tipped from her lips on the occasional heartbeat. Their time apart, torn from each other's embrace, had inflicted the Saefyn with a rush of protectiveness that caused him to frequently check up on his mate when she allowed it.

For now, Mawk simply wandered the outer reaches of the territory, marking and re-burying caches when necessary, breathing in the cool air of autumn.