Stone Circle Wisdom comes with age,

Shock—his form stiffening as the slump of Moss’s weight was felt—it felt as if time began to move in slow motion. What had been spoken before by others was a fleeting memory for now that he could not dwell on, and as he held the weight of his Gamma as steady as he could, he lay he gently down, worry coursing through him.

Ash Paw moved in and he stepped back. His pack mate remained unmoving—just dead? He thought of the day in the woods—Ibis too had just lain there… dead. 

His emotions became masked. The hint of a furrow on his brow as he steeled himself—waiting for what use he could be to the healer. His eyes trained to the distance—already calculating in his mind the best route to hunt a witch and bring her to justice.