Stone Circle Just came to say hello

The scent of new wolves around -- and of course, the presence of Valette herself -- excited Valiant to no end, but there was something else about Easthollow that kept his interest. The willows where he'd been born were so different than the bright, loud meadow they were standing in, now. It seemed like a marvelous place; he couldn't imagine that it was ever cold or soft or quiet or especially sad among the flowers and the sunshine.

"Is there anyone to play with?" he chirped, looking up at Valette with bright, curious eyes. He remembered that his aunt Dawn had brought cousins for them to play with when she'd visited, and that her aunt Lily had been in charge of some of the other pups that lived with them. Valiant could never remember which ones were his cousins and which ones were not.