Stone Circle the silence was a lakebed & i found myself shipwrecked at the bottom

she does not appear to be perturbed by his inability to speak without stumbling over his own words — likely made worse by his own frustration because he knows he can speak without tripping over his own tongue — and for reasons he can't place he feels his cheeks warm as she offers him a warm smile and his curled tail, of his own accord, gives a soft wag. steph, she introduces herself as. he gives a nod of acknowledgement and though he is left with the feeling that he should say something he doesn't. "yeah," he agrees in a soft murmur as she mentions that the stone circle is cool. it kind of reminded him just a little bit of wolfskull cave and he can't entirely hide the shudder that slithers down his spine, frigid and cold, but of course he does not mention that for more reasons than one. "you're one of uhm, valette's daughters, right?" he feels immediately awkward calling the alpha female by her first name, like it's a privilege he hasn't earned and demurely glimpses down at his paws.