Stone Circle afraid of what's inside

now there, that was more like it. "sure as hell," he promised, brushing his muzzle through her guard hairs and pulling her hips back into his.
quick. perfunctory.
colt disengaged and swaggered off into the nearby valley, shaped a bit like a bear's paw. 
the woman would find a doe killed neatly at the line between valley wall and her own circle of stones. and this time, colt did not take a bit of it, satisfied enough by her agreement to leave it entirely for she and hers.
he decided to call her raven, having not had the presence of mind to ask her this last time.