Stone Circle and don't call me Shirley

The more time passed, the worse Day felt about his most recent blunder. It'd been bad enough to disturb them, of course. He hadn't meant to, of course, and they'd been in a public place and it wasn't exactly his fault, but he still felt bad. He could've just silently gone on his way, after all. There'd been no need to comment.

Back at home, in his father's pack, things had been different. They'd all lived on top of each other, brothers and sisters and aunts and uncles, and his very-much-in-love parents. He'd seen a lot of mating before he was even old enough to want to, and by the time he was finding his own conquests, it was almost expected that he'd be interrupted with catcalls or teasing from his older siblings and nervous giggling from the younger. His uncle had been particular immature about it.

But Easthollow wasn't llike thathe, and every time he replayed Valette's horrified yelling in his head, he felt worse about the interruption.

He wouldn't dare try and seek her out - not again, and not anytime soon - but sat out in plplain sight near the alpha den, a freshly killed rabbit in his mouth and a look of deep remorse and contrition on his face.

Silently, he waited for either @Steady or @Valette to pass by.