Stone Circle On the far side of town is a room you love

A motherly instinct overwhelmed Sanja with such a rush that she stood there, breathless a moment, until the stranger spoke - and even then, the feeling only grew stronger.

The stranger was nervous! Of her! Oh, pitiful boy.

Her tail lowered and the end tipped up and down with a friendly little wag, and she eased the rest of her posture to become something inviting.

She stepped closer, carefully. There was ample room if the boy wanted to run, but she hoped he would linger long enough for her to learn more about him. Her nose wiggled as she tested the scents upon the air between them, and otherwise she was silent.