Stone Circle Pure hearts stumble

The night air was cold and crisp, but Kallik didn't mind it as he wandered along the borders. He found that he actually preferred the cold over the warmth of summer. Even experiencing summer while still quite young, he remembered enough to know that this weather was far more comfortable to him, especially now as his coat was thicker and more adult-like. He remained quite lanky, seeming to slowly be growing into his large size; his feet still seemed much to big and his legs much too long. He manged, though, and his disproportions didn't seem to affect him much. 

He knew very little about what the adults actually did while they walked around the territory—he was just trying to imitate what he had seen in the past. So, he occasionally stopped to smell things, not really understanding why that was important; all he smelled was packmates. Surely there was more to it than what he was doing, but as he liked to keep to himself most of the time, he hadn't worked up the courage to ask anyone for instruction on what to do. 

After stopping to inspect the base of a tree, Kallik trotted on, glancing quickly around him to make sure he was still alone.