Stone Circle ponderful thoughts

The pack was busy these days, moreso than when he was little, Nikai realised. He was growing up well, still not the most abundant wolf, but neither was he very quiet. Nikai was mostly marked by wanting to care for all the wolves in the pack — not like a leader would, by telling them what they should best do, but by talking and playing with them, creating funny situations, and taking care of them. He also liked talking to others, but it was hard at times to be involved in the adult conversations Nikai craved.

Physically, Nikai was growing up to be a lean and athletic wolf now that he was near five months of age. He was in his phase of rapid growth, changing seemingly by the day from stubby pup into long-legged teen.

He'd grown interested in hearing stories after Chaska's poem, and had begun to wonder if he'd like to learn to tell stories, too. Keoni seemed very focussed on her trades, but Nikai, he wasn't too sure; there were multiple that interested him and he hoped he'd be able to make the right choice, for himself, but mostly for the pack. Nikai lay sprawled chewing on a stick presently while he contemplated these things.