Stone Circle Smiles await you when you rise

Skáld hadn't noticed the pup at first when he'd caught sight of Gunnar, but he pushed his whiskers forward, sniffing at the air when he realized that Kvarsheim's Faðir wasn't alone. The curly fur at the nape of the yearling's neck lifted in surprise as he approached, his lips softening to cover the gem in his mouth almost completely. His ears perked and he tilted his head when he was invited closer, and he approached with careful caution. 

He didn't expect the kid to jump up or do anything sudden, but Skáld had never seen a puppy before, nor could he remember what other kids his age even looked like. He'd grown up being the baby, and until he saw just how truly tiny Sven was, he'd still considered himself to be the kid of the pack. Now, he felt uncomfortably large- and wasn't even sure how he could get close to something so small without worrying about doing something wrong. 

So he dropped carefully to his belly and edged forward at a crawl, watching Gunnar's expression carefully for any signs that he should halt. He carefully placed the gemstone on the ground, and looked at the tiny, dark grey pup with glistening eyes.