Stone Circle Wolfing Around

A small nod. That's all she had to offer; and Philo's couldn't be happier. She hadn't been angrey or fearful which was all he was really hoping for. A closer look at her explained her possible lack in responce. She looked very young, almost too younge to be out of the den. The cluster of lavender hung in her jaws. He shimmied forward a bit further then gestured towards the flowers. "Do you know what those are?" Philos was no naturalist but he did know lavender when he saw and smelled it.