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The Stone Circle
They have stood here, waiting silently for long minutes, and the grass beneath their feet has withered leaving small patches of death here where life is found in such strength. No sound issues from the holy place within the circle of stones, nor does any sound arise from the throats of the banewolves. The air itself hangs heavy with the weight of silent threat. A single paw is raised and its nails scratch the soil. Movement is followed by movement as other paws likewise scratch at the dirt and this slight sound of accumulated scratching is perhaps more terrible in the subtle persistence of its malice than the snarling which builds within the throats of the gathered banewolves........
ooc: Is that a dinner bell I’m hearing?
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