Stone Circle oel ngati kameie

This was all fun and exciting but for Swift the moment of celebration passed almost immediately. He wriggled his way out of the center of things after giving his father an affectionate nom on his wet leather nose, and set about slowly taking in what he could see. 

He watched his paws as he meandered inch by inch, pulling his blurry gaze along the den floor and across the walls when he would stop and lift his head, and from nose to tail of each of his family members. He couldn't make out the details and many edges bled indistinctly into one another, but he was nonetheless fascinated by this new sense even if he couldn't know what to think of it.

But it was a whole lot of something for a little pup. Swift soon after sat — just off to the side — where he simply looked upon his mother, father, and sister. His tail wagged contentedly as his mouth split in a yawn.