Stone Circle It's almost like we're plagued

Cebra had been licking the top of the pup's head and having a few words exchanged with it before Valette showed up. She estimated the pup was older than she'd thought though it seemed to have some developmental problems. She guessed it was older than six months at this point. He had already caught his own prey and shown signs of being able to leave though neither of them wanted him to.

Valette's words were met with a low rumble of a growl, head held low and respectful though the vocalization held a warning in it as she stepped in front of the cub "I found him injured and helpless Valette, I won't eat him....I'm not keeping him either. Just until I know he can survive on his own. Please...I swear he isn't staying permanently" she spoke carefully,the wariness in her eyes slowly changing to pleading.