Sun Mote Copse Autumn Days

Heeding Towhee's command, the boy detached himself from her with a huff, tail still wagging. "You SO don't need them!" He bantered back with a giggle, nudging her once more before settling down at her side, paws tucked over eachother and tail laid at his side. In this position he looked almost like a rock—an orange rock against her side.

"A story??" He gasped, "Of course!," He doesn't know what to say to Rasalas except for a shake of his head and an affirmation once more that the boy isn't a bad story teller.

"Lets see... Oh! I got a good one," He begins, looking over at Towhee and Rasalas before patting the ground next to him. They can all snuggle  together as he tells a story! "Once upon time there was a pack far, far, far to the east. They were a nice pack! Full of family and friends. But despite that they grew lonely and longed for more companions and..um... friends..."

"So one day they placed a stone in the meadow and every night they would sing and dance around it; Telling stories and eating!! But one night as they went to sleep the stone began to grow, fed by the packs love and friendship. Of course the wolves didn't notice at first, but through time it got bigger and bigger..."

A yawn wormed its way through the young boy's mouth during the middle of his story.

"They say now that more stones have been placed, growing taller and taller and forming a circle around the family! They say that now the stones provide protection as much as it does company. And it also makes lost wolves find their way to the pack..."

Slumping towards his Towma, the boy snuggles into her warm fur before slowly, softly drifting into sleep. Story telling was tiring!