Stone Circle Say it to me

Bonnie believed that peace was no longer an option once violence had been engaged.

He tried to remind himself that, in this instance, in all his petty thoughts and ferocious storms that took him through his last winter, that these were pack wolves. Overly friendly, compliant pack wolves, and they had a thing with trying to sort things out and create bonds. Should he trust Gunnar, that there was a peaceful option for such a crime committed between them?

The boys paw flinched at the attempt of touch; though, not far away enough to stop it. After the jolt, he looked at their touching paws, as if he did not know what he was doing or if he should have expected more. Because he did not know what physical affection was. It took a moment of acceptance, but when he did, he let out an 'mph' and a nod with an awkwardly low head. "I'll, uh," his ears sheepishly twitched, "try not to bite your friends again." Sniff.