Stone Circle This is what we eat

While his siblings ran about yapping and fumbling, the boy had stayed silent and walked under his mother's legs with wide eyes. His siblings were loud and hurting his ears with their screaming. He didn't want to be near them. He instead took everything in with an inner monologue before forgetting as something new would gather his attention. He had gotten more than enough nips from his parents recently, and was quick to learn and pick up on what was a no-no.

When the stones came into view he would stop, sniff, and turn his head to Valette for some sort of communication. Were they okay to touch? Were they dangerous? Regardless of her answer he turned back and placed his front paws on the tallest one. It was taller and bigger than father. He actually wanted father to be here right now. Without noticing, a whine had erupted from his throat when thinking of such a thing. "Mother where's father?" He asked "He should play too."