Stone Circle ACT II, SCENE I

Skáld lifted his head, the curly fur around his ears sticking out as he lifted them tentatively. The sound of the voice that met his ears was pleasant, light and youthful. He spoke quickly, perhaps too quickly for Skáld to understand little more than that he was apologetic. His name was spoken too fast for the curly-coated youngster to understand, but the inviting tone and look of the yearling drew from his hiding spot. 

With cautious curiosity, they regarded one another, both still somewhat gangly and slim. The earth-toned boy before him couldn't be too much older, Skáld thought. Perhaps only a few months. "Am Skáld." He offered, timidly, though his tail waved gently at his hocks. "You are...Bróðir?"