Stone Circle This is what we eat

Clay wrinkled his nose at his siblings voices once again, their cries about stones way too loud for his ears. The only one he dared listen to was Valette, his mother. She always held a soft tone to her voice, one that didn't make his head hurt or cause him irritation... except when she was angry.

He continued to look at her, and when she talked about their home he wandered up to the edge of the Stone Circle.

He didn't dare to go in.

Clay peeked his head out from around the corner of the tallest stone and stared into the circle with his tail tucked between his legs. He didn't like it. It was too tall. Too big. Too mysterious. He let out a whine and skirted around the edge to meet his family where they emerged, and when they did he immediately dove to stand under his mother once again.

The bison, although far away, were scary. Clay noticed the sharp teeth on their head, and their fat bodies. Would they eat him with their teeth? Would they sit on him if he got close? He watched as West bounded down the mountain, but didn't say anything. He only stared at the monsters in awe.

"Food...?" he mumbled.