Stone Circle Now, am I wrong?

Calloon could agree that everyone he had met of Easthollow had been very friendly and welcoming. No one seemed to judge him for his curse, and even though they did not share the same religion; he felt like these wolves were his family. Not by name, not by blood; just by heart, and that meant an awful lot to the ghost. Phiipa seemed to enjoy this time together, but Calloon was oblivious as to why. The meaning of "a crush" had never been explained to him and nor had he found anyone attractive in such a way they he'd want to spend every single second of his given life with that someone.

The coldness and wetness of Phiipa's nose touched his mane, causing an excited chill to run up his spine as she ran ahead. He got it! He actually knew this game! I'll get ya, I'll get ya!

He sprinted after her, aiming to "bop" her side or back as soon as he was near enough.