Stone Circle Sunny side up

Time swept by with the waxing and waning of the moon, the stars changing constellations under the dark blanket of the sky, and the sweet smell of the spring drifting throughout the air. It hadn't occurred to the man that with this change shall the inevitable come and his mate would once again be fertile. He hadn't smelt it on her—the overwhelming urge to bow and give, nor had he felt any sort of drastic change within himself.

Perhaps he was nearing the end of his prime; his face had already started to grey and give. His joins aching more and neck feeling heavy.
Was this what it felt like to get old?

He shook his head at the thought, not wanting to give too much to the intrusiveness that was his demise. He would rather spend his time thinking of Valette.

As he did now.

He stood idly, watching her waltz up to him with a smile and wagging tail as she normally did. He missed this. He missed her. He returned his own series of gentle gestures be it a lick across his forehead and rubbing his fat wet nose at her cheeks and face in an obnoxious manner. "My love," he murmured, watching her circle around and nip at him. He didn't fell much, only the pull of his fur within her fangs. But still, it was enough for him.

He smiled at her, perking his ears up and wagging his tail as he walked after her, soon trotting and then running to give chase. "You can run but you can't hide!" he shouted playfully. "I will get you!"

It's just like when he was a kid.