Like toy soldiers

His paws carried him to the center of the stone circle. His gait was elegant and made him seem as if he was floating across the land. His form was outlined in the moonlight as he stopped and eyed the stones around him. "Graves for gods one should think..." His dual colored eyes held little to no emotion as he looked about. His voice held nothing, though there was a certain respect about him for these stones. He knew more about gods than anyone for all he knew, of course he should, he was one of them. "May you be worshiped by the mortals in death as you should of been in life." His horns were well outlined in the light. His muscles pulled and relaxed as he lowered his rump to the ground. He knew for his breed he was huge, a normal Arabian wolf was merely 26 inches and here he stood at 36 inches. His spotted coat appeared bright in the light of the full moon. He knew he was gorgeous and it showed. He looked confident, and held himself proudly. He knew there were other gods but none were as well displayed as him. Special pelts did not always a god make, but him he had the antlers to prove such things.