Stone Circle Grace, just hold me in your arms

Her touch made him shudder, and the sudden impulse made him tense and then sneeze. He giggled lightly, afterwards, apologetic. The sneeze had been begging to happen for a second or two, but seemed prompted by the way he'd leaned toward her touch. 

"I'll show you!" He said happily. The boy stood up and shook his pelt, though the curly fur of his hocks held onto the snow. He padded into the middle of the stone circle, casting a look from one stone to the next. They were solemn, a quiet, expecting audience. He looked to the sky, and side-stepped. This way and that way he swayed, at times turning in a circle, mimicking the movements of the lights he'd seen and leaving behind a complex pattern of pawprints in the snow.