Stone Circle buddy's back!

The familiar scent of lavender turned his head that day. The weather had been warmer, a fact he and his packmates had been taking full advantage of. Today, it was Akuti he spied upon the rocks, her small, ink-dappled form unmistakable even in the distance. That, and he knew her scent, by then. Mother's milk - quickly fading - and lavender. Always lavender. 

Silently, he approached, ears twisting back as he heard the steady sound of her breathing. A familiar fondness burst up in his heart. There was nothing better than knowing his packmates were happy and safe. For a moment, Day simply watched her, wondering if she was asleep or merely enjoying the sunshine.