Stone Circle You're my favorite book

Much like his children, Fig had been dozing when he felt the tickle of Tauris’s breath against his ear. He had been dancing at the edge of sleep, ever at the ready to jump into action if the need rose. And so he moved now, but not without some small alarm at the suddenness of her request.

He followed her out of the den with a backward glance at the sleeping pups, his thoughts immediately filled with concern for them. Would they be safe on their own? Would they be warm enough? He’d hear them if they called, right? With a hard swallow, he urged his worries to settle and turned back to search for Tauris in the moonlight.

”Everything alright?” he asked in a hushed tone as he settled beside her.