Stone Circle Together from Afar

West mulled over his mother's words. He had never considered it like that, but he knew what power the beasts held. His first hunt placed his scar across his brow with a mere flick of the bison's head, he couldn't imagine the damage should they choose to turn on the pack. He shuddered at the thought.

Green eyes turned back to the young, they were easy to spot, not so much the sick one. Though, maybe he had made a mistake. Heat flushed him at the realization that he hadn't tried to scatter them to confirm his theory, maybe this bison was just being slow. Ah...n—no, but it is moving slowly and close to the middle. I figured that meant it was being sheltered.