Stone Circle A thank you

The chuff of another pulled her from her task, pile of dock at her paws as she surveyed the male. Reminding herself to inspect the circle more closely, wondering if any other treasures existed around the base of the mighty rocks, she greeted him in turn. His gratitude was unexpected - she merely smiled and shrugged her shoulders, as if to convey that it was nothing that needed thanking. He must be happy here; she could think of no other reason why he'd come and thank her in this manner. It was luck that had brought him into their ranks, too, luck that she'd found him, luck that he'd known her mother.