Stone Circle he is without a heart

As if matters couldn't get any worse, both strangers turned their gaze to him and they knew. Then she came, a flurry on the wind as his dove rushed to yell in the dark woman's face. It had been enough to stir the blood in his bones, Polaris GET AWAY— She shouldn't be here. She shouldn't know. She didn't need to see this. For once his voice hadn't rung out with a mere suggestion, it was an order. One that he prayed the flowering rebel of a girl would heed.

His legs carried him quickly, intent on shoving his body between Polaris and the Ursus wolves. Whatever happened was on him, this was his doing. Should she not leave on her own accord he'd be attempting to shove her away from the borders until her legs carried on the action without him.