Stone Circle We don't talk anymore

Day noticed when she seemed to shy away from him - maybe because he was looking for it. He stopped a little short, still too far for his weathered eyes to see the prints, and tried not to show how awful her continued discomfort made him feel. Instead, he focused on the supposed trail, curling his lip as he sniffed around. Foxes, he thought irritably. "I guess it's just personal," he said with a shrug. He'd never known a fox to attack a pup, except one had attacked Adeline.

Despite her welcome, Day found himself suddenly wishing he hadn't asked to go along. "I mean - I don't have to," he said after a moment, though he would hate to miss this. "I don't wanna make you uncomfortable."