Stone Circle Boxed blondes have less fun

Sven. His scent came to her on the wind a few moments before she spotted him. Foxglove froze in place, ears standing tall, eyes wide. Then she yipped, front legs bouncing a little as her tail started whirring behind her. In an instant she was running to greet him.

Sven! Hi! I thought you were gone but you're here, and wow it's so quiet around here now, and - and - is that a weasel? Foxglove was a little breathless, bright-eyed and quizzical as she skidded to a halt just before she would've crashed into Sven.