Stone Circle I'm no King, but my father was

Sven carried in his maw a rabbit he had just caught. The steam still coming up from it's innards that he had spilled as he walked towards the cache in the crisp morning. The late summer sun was beginning to hide and that autumn chill was swarming them in a variety of ways.

His paws were cool against teh grass, but soon it would be warmer than he was ready for in the day and then cold again at night. It was coming.

He held a jaunty gait as he walked. Humming past the fur.

@Foxglove