Stone Circle There were roses

He blushed beneath his fur, and smiled, grateful for the praise. His tail wriggled, curled tassels of fur bouncing. He followed along with her, though his pace was careful. He didn't want to go too far, but he trusted Bjarna wouldn't take him somewhere that felt frightening. 

"Mmhmm," He confirmed. It wasn't exactly the truth; Skáld was a bit of a loner, and spent more of his time by himself than playing with the others. He didn't want to be rough or playfight, and his siblings' teeth were getting awfully sharp. He had no complaints otherwise, though, with reference to his siblings. "Bjarna, how many plants have berries?" He asked.