Stone Circle My head is floating somewhere in the clouds

[table width=80%][tr][td]The ghost had always been a fawn-like creature ever since he was birthed into a war he had nothing to do with, but it had become even worse in the dungeons of the enemy. Now, with his slightly taller build and his wonky yet graceful legs it was easy to see he had gone through some stuff. Easthollow had done him good, though, for there was an amazing difference in the fat on his bones between him now and the him when he joined. But he never took without giving, and so for every meal he took he gave them one back. Sometimes he gave more than he could miss, he knew, but this was for his home.

With his catch still in his mouth, he followed her to a sturdy, big-rooted tree that, indeed, looked like it could serve perfectly as the new cache. His golden-ringed eyes followed the young maiden as she scratched a mark on the tree and then wondered what he had to do. Strangely enough, he had forgotten most things about doing this and it was clear to see on his young, sunken-in face.[/tr][/td][/table]