Stone Circle he made a little whiskey for himself, said it helped pass the time

riley regarded his companion silently, ears canted to the side. an onlooker might have described his thick expression as unintelligent, neanderthal— but a glimmer of faint intelligence registered in those reptilian eyes, which looked upon west with a semblance of carnivorous interest. 

the boy was older than riley, bigger than his siblings. a mark certainly stronger. yet riley was a scrapper, a pugnacious challenger that looked at all as an object to be dominated. wordlessly he hulked to the ground, crouching with a predatory pose — and then he leapt right for west’s nose   a glancing bite meant to test the boy’s mettle, and see if he was friend or foe.