Stone Circle Say it to me

His entire body slammed backwards in a skid that halted halfway. Quickly locking eyes to Gunnar with hairs on end and a pounding head, his nearly wrinkled maw instantly responded. 

"GRRAH! Don't sneak up on me like that!" He spat at himself, trying to halt his nerves as he did his cower!

Clawing his posture back up straight, those spiky hackles slowly lowered and his head quickly turned. Back to the dirt. "Hey, old man," he greeted, swishing his tail Gunnar's direction. 

If he'd noticed his aging, he'd not acknowledged it. Not said it. Then, his nose nudged the dirt by the stones, deeply inhaling. Surely, soil was creeping up his nostrils from how he was vacuum sniffing it. "What's down here?" he squinted. His nose told him.