Stone Circle do not speak as loud as my heart

His first thought was to take her to the nearest cache and let her eat her fill - and then to Steady or Valette, after that. He couldn't hunt affectively with the little girl in tow, and he wouldn't bring her near the borders without heavy backup. That meant she was deadweight to him, cute as she was, and he had to get rid of her before he started his day.

But, in the end, her cuteness won out. He wanted her to like him, and the best way to do that was to be the cool uncle - the one that took her hunting even though he should really be hunting on his own.

"Alright - let's go see if there are mice in the field," he suggested, tail wagging as he turned and led the way to the meadow surrounding the Stone Circle. Automatically, his eyes darted up to the sky, checking for birds large enough to carry the girl off. There was a hawk sitting in a tree nearby, but he didn't think it'd go for a pup Keoni's size. Safe enough, he thought, though he kept his eyes peeled.

"What you do," he said importantly, crouching down beside the little girl, "Is find a little trail in the grass - you have to get real low to see them, cause sometimes they're hidden under the top layer that you can see."

He realized that Keoni was below the top layer, small as she was, and then quickly shrugged it off. It'd be good to know for when she was older, he suppose. "See, like this one," he said, nosing some grass aside to reveal a divot in the grass and dirt. "Mice run along these paths and rarely step off of them - even when you're chasing them. Smell the mouse here?"