Stone Circle I'm coming home, to the place where I belong

Newt's cries ease into sniffles as his older sister comforts him. Even Mama checks on him, and it's enough to calm the fear that sparked in the young boy. His ears flatten back, and he tucks closer to Steph, wagging his tail and giving her licks on her chin in return.

I'm okay. Thank you, Newt tries to say, but it sounds definitely puppy-ish and poorly pronounced, especially since he doesn't really stop with the kisses to talk. He glances upside-down at Valette with a grin a second later, as if trying to communicate his appreciation to her, too.

My name is Newt! He says proudly after their mother's prompting. I like stones.