The white wolf had been slowly making his way across the grasslands towards the once far obstruction to the horizon. The closer he had come to the structure had allowed him to understand it's material, stone. The only thing he could recollect, was what seemed like a dream now, a faint memory, in which he could not even remember all of the details. But these grey coloured strange shaped stones was part of it.
His brain could only conjure up thoughts of how the stones became to be. Other than two rather ridiculous ideas, his third was not so stupid. Wolven Gods from the stars. He remembered when he was growing up his Paren'ts would tell great stories to him and his brother of celestial plains and magical Gods. Maybe they would have enough power to move these large blocks.
The male wolf's scent caught Calyrex's nose first, they were close, he paused stock still. A startled flap of wings produced a startled cry as a Magpie made it's last attempt at freedom, before being struck down. Audits spun round forward as a large whoosh of black fur rushed past right in front of him. There was another wolf also, this one a vibrant purple, he blinked twice wondering if the other was really there and how he had not noticed them before.
The loner slowly lifted his hackles, his jaw tightening with the rest of his body. His head now dipped with similar body language showing for his tail. There was no intention here of him wanting to start any fight, but he readied himself just in case the situation would arise. He had hoped these travels may leave him with new friends and happy memories, but you have always got to fight through the bad to reach the good.
