Stone Circle saparote

She glanced up at the turn of Murdock's face toward her and returned his warm grin with a broad smile and a cheerful sway of her tail. Anything else the man might have felt past the mask he wore for her was lost in the ease of his welcome, and the obvious want of her presence there.

"Yeah!" She chirped. Clary scooted up to the man - disregarding any personal space - and craned her neck forward to try and gain a reading of whatever activity burrowed down in the warren. She couldn't see much anything except overwhelming darkness, but the scent of rabbit reeked from the pit - a factor she clued into only once she remembered that most of tracking was done her nose, and not her eyes. "Are we digging to make it bigger? Are we going down there?" and then, because it seemed an important thing, "I don't mind getting dirty!"