Stone Circle Supposed to fire my imagination

She agreed sleepily, ears perked as she listened to Valette's howl as it faded in the crisp autumn air. She waited for Steady to make his appearence with a great deal of impatience,  shifting on the deer skin and considering gnawing it. But Steady arrived rather quickly, and with a wagging tail did she lurch toward him, eyes bright.

Perhaps were she an adult her fear, apprehension would have made a larger impact, but young as she was she was adaptable, and hardly had the capability to hold a grudge within her. She burrowed his head into his side affectionately,  glad to see him after so long apart,  made all the worst by her childish sense of time, which to her seemed to go by simply so much longer.