Stone Circle and the day is done

Her gaze fastened on a plump juvenile, and her gaze narrowed a fraction in confusion. This was obviously not one of Valette's pups, so what - her thoughts suddenly clicked, and she assumed the pup to be one of the family she had yet to formally meet. She offered a chuff and a soft smile, rising gracefully to her paws, tail wagging softly in benign greeting. No words passed her tongue, they had not in a long while, and she had learned to live with that. The juvenile instead tilted her head in question, one that could mean any number of things, allowing the pup to guess at its meaning and fill the silence.