Stone Circle first, the ground rules get established

Merrit turned with the point of her muzzle to look toward the brightest light, the source of every scattered beam that stole its way underground. He had traced the glow there, but he hadn't found need to draw closer yet to discover what that meant in his own private study. There was so much left to learn about the light just below his paw. Only when he put these pieces together would he even think to venture elsewhere - unless, as his mind shaped and formed, he grew to discover that a broader grasp of information would actually help him understand the little things - like why the light came and went, and where it hid when the darkness reigned.

But for now, his mind still thought very little beyond what was right before his eyes. As his mother moved to lay down, Merrit turned to the wall and patted the light again. His half-closed ears prevented him from hearing clearly, and he what he could hear, he didn't really understand. But that didn't stop the soft rumbling of his mother's voice from stirring a want to try and speak himself.

"Sahh." He tapped his paw once more and turned to his mother with the same look of question and affirmation in his eyes. "Sahh."