Stone Circle witch-hazel

Why are you talking to a rock?

Swiftlet rounded the stones and cocked his head at the older pup, his question slightly muffled from the old deer leg he carried between his teeth. He had heard Kristjan talking but had missed what was said.

His expression was one of puzzlement. Swift did not understand the talking-to-a-stone bit. He did not understand the other pup's sad mood either, or the way he braced himself against the boulder with his cheek pressed to it.