Stone Circle Heartland

He knew the word “no,” and when spoken so emphatically, it caused the boy to stop digging completely and sink to the ground- as though to cover up the little bit of scratching he’d done at the earth. He turned his doleful eyes up to her, to see an endearing expression, and eyes full of forgiveness. 

”Oh! He chirped. ”Tauris dig den, yes?” He said, cheering up almost immediately- now that he thought she wasn’t going to bury the quartz. He dipped his head, but his tail wriggled furiously with the compliment. 

She’d asked him about his den, or so he assumed and he frowned slightly, and nodded, shrugging at the same time. He did not exactly have a den- more often than not, he slept in the shelter of the stones. But he was not worried about himself.

”Good den here,” He said, before he stood up and gestured. ”How do I say it…” he murmured. He gestured again, and stepped in another direction. ”Skáld…show Tauris, more, den?” A spot came to mind. This place seemed somewhat spur-of-the-moment, when he felt there might be a nicer place for her to make her home.