Stone Circle let nothing go to waste

His call was answered, before long, by the tiny creature he'd seen roaming around the territory earlier that day. At the time, he'd almost mistaken her for a fox - she was lucky he'd caught her scent before trying to hunt her.

"Grayday," he replied, ears flickering as he briefly misheard the name she spoke: A cutie? No, Akuti. Pushing his silliness away, Day went on: "Have you found yourself a den, yet?" he asked, thinking it might be unlikely. The ground was too hard and cold to dig them, and the dens that they did have were all either taken or inadequte, except for this one. It still smelled full, as Chaska and Mirabelle had only recently run off, but Day was trying to forget about that. Filling this empty space might help.