Stone Circle New but not unfamiliar

Vinnie has just taken her own catch from the cache. She'd caught the squirrel two days ago, but had left it alone so that I could get nice and stiff. They were always better for chewing on, that way. The shewolf was lounging in the grass nearby, gnawing on her catch, when she saw a strange, grayish, smaller-type wolf moving toward the caches with a rabbit bursting from his little jaws.

Of course, he wasn't that small, but his youngness was all Vinnie could see. That, and he was starting to look very familiar.

"Grayson!" she said suddenly, remembering what he was called. "You're back! Where'd you go?" she asked brightly, trotting toward the young boy.