Barrow Fields Surrounded and up against a wall

a wolf busily prowled the barrows. val watched him from the apex of a mound, having rested there after his foray from the sound.

this one wasn’t sapphique as near as he could tell. his brown coat and golden hood was distinct enough val thought he would remember. too far to take in his scent, val chuffed from his vantage, wondering what business brought the stranger to so gloomy a foothill.