Stone Circle louder than god's revolver and twice as shiny

His excitement wanes, setting across the horizon with that shaky response and the way she sits gingerly. Newt approaches, curious with his head leaned downwards yet big eyes peering up in question.

“Does it hurt? My legs hurt a lot, too. It’s bad feeling.” He says, feeling awkward to mention the obvious raw patches along his legs. Some areas chewed so much they reveal scabs. He thinks that is why she seems so off. Thus far, pain has shown that it makes people want to rest, and not happy. Valette with her paw, Leta with her incident, Greyback with his shoulder. Newt… with his legs.

“I can show you! Mama said cold water helps! It feels good,” he says, beaming again. He turns, a touch too quick for the boy stumbles on his too large paws. Yet he’s gotten better about catching himself before he eats a mouthful of grass.