Stone Circle In the end we always land just where we are supposed to be

The world was still a giant blur, but the shadowy figure staring down at him was awfully hard to miss. He hadn't yet taken his first steps, but he could kinda shuffle/drag himself places. He was gaining dexterity in his little limbs rather quickly, but he needed a little bit more time to experiment before he was ready for anything more than a scoot. Despite that limitation, Selamuit made a valiant effort to approach the blur dark blob that looked down at him. Whoever or whatever they were were very close but he was extremely slow. He squeaked a few times, and gave several grunting noises in his attempts. The whole time his eyes roamed around, often deterring if main objective, causing a sort of zig zag pattern as he went.