Stone Circle this one's mine

oop protective brother incoming

A call sounded from the borders of the hollow, something he hadn't heard in a while. The past visitors simply just pushed past their claim, something that still irked the woodland boy, but whoever was calling now knew some manners. He turned his course to meet the call, more so interested by the request for Leta than the presence of visitors. The wolves calling didn't sound familiar....so how did they know his sister?

He was late, but not so late as to miss parts of the conversation as he approached. Pack wolves, but only one was given a name. There were here to see how Easthollow was...allies maybe? West gave a chuff as he followed in behind Leta, his eyes drifting to the two as his sister stepped away from the stranger. Interesting... What pack are you from? I don't recognize your scent.