Stone Circle And the tears of people ran together

She seemed concerned, not her usual buoyant self, which was a bit odd. Perhaps something about the bone worried her, though she seemed to value it quite a lot, having kept it for so long. He leaned over to sniff it, touching the smoothe edge of it with his nose. It was quite pretty, really. 

"What animal is it from?" He asked, then. The image of the white boar was still in his mind. He shimmied happily beneath her touch, leaning his shoulders in so she could reach an itchy spot, and thumping his foot against the ground when she did. "It is pretty. It looks like the sleepy moon," He said, not knowing what the word was for a crescent moon.