Stone Circle Counting days

Breathe.

How many times was he going to do that.

Battered bones, scarred skin under patchy fur. He'd been getting into all kinds of shit, hadn't he? Day in, day out, moving. Relentlessly moving until there were days he was eerily still and sulking around like a useless slug. Watching. Gone, many days, and continuously dragging back kills that were relentlessly filled with punctures from his teeth. A rabbit, ten bites too many; a vole, near snapped in half, but it filled the caches.

His eyes opened like floodgates.

This was a sight he'd seen before.
Burning oakwood eyes that stared ahead, to Tauris and a beckoning voice.
Days were long. Days were short.

His shoulders were relaxed, eyes loose, rested.
"Yeah?"