Stone Circle And I will sing a lullaby

There’s a thrill in his invitation, successfully piquing her own curiosity, but as she rights herself she's immediately hit with a wave of debilitating nausea.

“Damnit,” she moans and swallows back the need to vomit right here in the den. She pins his retreating little form with a tightened smile and soldiers to her paws.

“Right behind you,” comes a call, as she slinks to keep pace. The night is tranquil with silence, a clear sky and bright moon bathes their dewey field in a glistening pale glow. She yawns and catches up with Skáld, giving his rump a little bump with her nose before coming up alongside him.

“What’s this about?” She whispers but behind her a tail stirs. He's excited about something- and that makes her excited.