Stone Circle Do it for your pride - do it for them

His stillness was both a blessing and a curse - though more of a curse for the loving Calloon. Still, it had been this or death - that, the Wise Ones had made clear. He supposed it was all his own fault for not noticing sooner that the war was going no where. He had just wanted to help his parents - to bring them something they could use and win over their affection. Affection had always been the one thing that had lacked in his short life - which was probably why he did not often see himself as worthy of kindness of any shape or form. Still, he could laugh about it. At the other's comment, laughter erupted from back in his throat. "Bud" made him think of "butt" and of "friend", and he liked both.

Finally they arrived where the male had been taking him - a stone den that looked nothing like the cave of home nor the dungeons. He liked it, and followed after the other grey male submissively. It was then that he noticed the other had not spoken of himself much - like his rank or name or anything. Curious being - both you and me. He let out an appreciative "woof" of affection and happiness, staying close near the other male without much hesitation. Closer and we could touch - share warmth. How strange - how wonderfully foreign to my soul.