Stone Circle I want to watch the universe expand

While his ears kept preoccupied by the song of the night, his watch remained tuned to his vicinity. To remain both aware of how the shadows shifted with the descent of the sun, as well as on who came and went from the rendezvous.

Merrit met Brynn's greeting with a slow blink of his eyes, receiving her affection with the slightest lick in return, and coupled with the stillness characteristic of the boy. She settled, and he found his watch trailing to stay on her. In all the information he had gathered in his short month alive, he had yet to form many thoughts about this one, beyond the basic trust he placed in all the wolves of Easthollow. A few he could identify by their delightful melodies, but though he searched, he couldn't recall Brynn's.

He turned his head ever slightly with a thoughtful shift in plans. Did this one have a melody? He had watched his mother make sounds to others, only for them to make sounds back, enough for Merrit to know that this could prove true if he tried so, too. The boy hardly gave his voice to anyone, only because he treasured the sounds of others, and that gave him so little time to discover his own. Here, he needed to give something of himself to learn something of her, so with the slightest breath he questioned, "whoo," wanting nothing but some sort of verbal response, so he could hear the song and rhythm that her voice made.