Stone Circle Unseen enemy

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Confidence grows in young Newt, yet grass remains an ever present enemy. Any time he slips out of the den in company of his family, the boy finds his legs itchy. He gnaws on his paws, whining about the strange feeling that simply wouldn't go away. Is he strange? None of his siblings, nor his parents, seem to have a similar war.

Newt adventures from the den's grasp nonetheless, too curious by the unknown to be shackled down when there is much to take in. Of course, the greyscale boy does not travel far. He stays close, just enjoying the clearing before the large den—the space Valette called the pack together to see meet them all. Ignoring the itchy feeling on his legs, Newt takes to playing with a rock. He bats it into the air, and storms after it. Repeat, over and over again. It's a simple routine that keeps him entertained with small yips and playful growls.