Stone Circle One giant leap.

Skáld too responded to his mother's invitation. He looked at Dagur for a moment, and smiled faintly to see the way his ears, so large and goofy, perked- while his own were wilted slightly at the tips, like dying leaves. An itch begged his attention for a moment, and he stopped to scratch his shoulder with one hind foot for a second before he pitched to his feet. He rubbed his forehead against his brother's shoulder in encouragement, before he moved forward, and out into the open. 

He wasn't sure where they were going, but something seemed different about today. More often, they were herded back into the den, or closer to it. He trotted toward his mother, but when he looked past her, it was with some trepidation and doubt. Were they leaving the den? Why? And how far were they going?