Stone Circle Woulda been gone like a wayward wind

His tail began to wag without his permission when he heard her voice. Day whipped his head in her direction, a stupid grin already growing on his face. "I don't mind if you stay up," he told her, privately thinking that he would rather stay up with her than sleep without her. "I just wanted to talk to you about something."

Now that he was standing in front of her, the subject seemed so much more difficult to broach - and it had already seemed difficult. "Let's go to the circle," he suggested. It'd become something of a town hall to the pack, and sometimes a church or ancient shrine. Grayday always felt peaceful when he visited, and for this conversation, he needed that peace.