Stone Circle besame

No problem at all! >w< I don't mind being skipped around, to be honest.

The dark tripod felt nervous, standing there with all those important wolves. Kvarsheim had members who looked ready to endure anything. They were fit, with burly winter coats that made them larger than they might have been otherwise. It was not until Bjarna appeared, that Crowfeather felt his shoulders sag slightly.

Bjarna! he whispered excitedly. Cheeks burned red when he realized that he was still surrounded by others, and they were there to extend their paw in friendship.

When Silvertongue spoke, the tripod smiled. She took charge so effortlessly. He couldn’t help but admire it in her. The pleasant roll of her tongue had offered each of their names. Sandy chimed in softly when she had finished speaking.

Yes, as friends. I have already met Bjarna! She brought a gift and I- I sent her home with something for you. I hope to get to know each of you! A nervous smile found his narrow snout.