Stone Circle every little lie in this world comes from dividing

sensing from the far-away look of the male that things were under deep consideration, the girl stilled.

thus far he'd tolerated her many points of contact -- and even fed her -- this placed him in high esteem in the girl's dwindling world, which now only had ghosts to occupy the barren seats left by the deceased.

the moment his eyes snapped back she stood at attention, velveteen ears cupped in curiosity as he strode deeper into the circle. mimicking him, the girl's nose twitched as she drank deep of the scents around them; nothing flagging anything of interest to her.

at a hyenid slouch, she followed after.