Stone Circle There it stood silent

It was evident Sven intimately knew this land by the way he explained where prey could be found. Seal hardly ever had luck catching rabbits (their pelt was difficult to skin, anyway) and so her ears perked at the mention of deer in the forest.

“Venison sounds good tae me,” Seal said and she fell in step at his side as they began to meander towards the woodlands of the Stone Circle.

She walked in companiable silence. The waning glow of dusk traded for a cloak of darkness. Not even the light from the thin sliver of crescent moon reached them beneath the canopy. Crickets chirped – but there was no other sound besides the shuffle of their paw steps.

It dawned on Seal just how alone they really were.

She found herself gravitating toward Sven – the track of her strides ebbed closer to his until the fur of their shoulders brushed together. Her heart began to gallop