Stone Circle adventure is out there.

Had Leta understood him, she would have been mortified. No, her blanket was not meant for him to keep—but he could inspect it, if he wanted to, and admire it too. Though her kind nature would have perhaps silenced her entirely, in the end, if he really wanted it. But he nosed it back to her, and Leta was made quite happy by this, taking it again into her jaws and worrying at it with her teeth.

Familiar sounds caused Leta to pause, and when she found the source and recognized it, Leta let out a loud squeal of happiness before dragging her rabbit furs with her to her sister, who was not that other wolf, though they looked alike, what with the one eye—that had been enough for Leta, implicitly trusting as she was. She dropped her favored toy and moved to bounce all around her sister, so excited as she whimpered and whined that she may have peed, though only a little—it was sprayed helter skelter, though, by the fan that was her tail.