Stone Circle witch-hazel

Drool dribbling down the deer leg and off his chin, Swiftlet stared blankly while the other pup struggled to explain why he was talking to this boulder. Fortunately for Kristjan, his self-conscious mannerisms were largely lost on his spectator, who was quite open to believing there was a perfectly good reason to be conversing with stones.

Hmm. He dropped the deer leg and considered at length what Kristjan had to say, his green eyes slowly moving from the Patriarch to the other pup and back several times over. Once he even glanced around the entirety of the circle. For his efforts to understand, Swift only grew more baffled as he dangled on a particular observation he wasn't able to get past.

But... He hesitated, pausing to chew on the fact that his own mother had been the one to advise Kristjan in this matter, and he trusted her without question. These stones have no eyes...