Stone Circle thoughts

He snuffled and sneezed as he sought the scent of a rodent to nibble on, his thin bones carrying him gracefully across the bedding of Easthollow's grounds. How many moons had passed above him being here? How long had it been since he had last seen someone from a long, long time ago? Jewels... How was she faring? Honestly, Calloon was taking aback by how timid Easthollow's borders had made him. I mean, he had always been a rather careful and quiet creature, but never had he lived in peace like this. It was nice yet... concerning for his mental wellbeing. He mustn't get used to it.

He wondered if anyone was around he hadn't met yet...