Stone Circle Heartland

It pleased him to see the stone placed aloft, where it might catch the light, though it seemed such a open place that any might see it and take it for themself. A raven with an eye for shining things might snatch it- and while it was hers to place as she pleased, he hoped that such a thing might be treasured. 

He could not save his eager expression from faltering when she suggested that they dig. His ears raised hopefully, but fell back when she invited him to dig as well. 

”You want to bury it…” He murmured in a faint whisper, before he realized he had spoken out loud. She might not understand the words he spoke, but he realized quickly that his dismay had trickled into his voice. 

He did not want to disappoint her; the gift was hers to place as she wished. And if that meant burying it…

”Yes, help,” He said, trying not to falter as he staggered a bit closer. He was not well coordinated, and felt so keenly aware of his awkwardness next to her. It seemed as though Tauris was so sure of herself- a decision-maker, who was not troubled with self-esteem. She was someone he could admire, without a doubt, and she had qualities he wished to see in himself, but he felt so very soft in comparison. 

He began to dig, hyper-mindful about how close they were together, doing his best to make sure he did not take her paws with his own as he dug in a manner that was both stiff and gentle. He tried to save himself by mustering up a grimace of concentration, watching her with a glinting side-eye, terrified he might be criticized.