Stone Circle There it stood silent

When Sven squeezed her paw a sudden flutter of butterfly wings tickled Seal’s stomach. Her gaze shyly skipped across his stoic expression. Now attuned to him, she noticed little details for the first time… like the white hairs that freckled across the bridge of his nose and striations of granite in his silver eyes.

“Okay,” she agreed with a soft smile.

And maybe her response also affirmed their pact to let their dogs, their problems, lay sleeping for a while.

Seal turned, ready to go.

“Which way would you recommend?” she asked Sven.