Stone Circle here it goes

Hallo, Lemmikki! Kristjan's voice bounced as he hopped towards the girl, bounding like a fawn who'd just found its legs. What you got there?

He came to a halt in front of her, tail high and waving, giving her (and the plants) a good sniff. She'd been digging for this — he could tell by the rumple of her coat and the clods of snow and deep dirt still stuck in her claws — but he wondered what she planned to do with what she'd uncovered. Was it a gift for her newly returned mother?

Before he could dive into more questions, a howl sounded over their heads. Kristjan perked up, then looked to Lemmikki questioningly as the disembodied voice addressed her by name. Who's calling you?