Stone Circle Don't be to hard on yourself

Newt beams—extremely happy now that Valette is off her bad foot and now resting with him. It gives him a sense of bonding with his mother, although the circumstances are not exactly pleasant. The greyscale pup wags his tail, spraying droplets of water as it goes until the conversation turns serious with his fear of losing his legs.

He pouts, truly concerned he will lose them, or they would turn into birds legs like West said. Valette is shocked by his question, and Newt flattens his ears, lowering himself further into the creek.

Really? He whispers, uncertain. The kiss to the cheek is comforting, and Newt gives a wobbly smile. What are those? What is coming? Autumn? Winter? He tilts his head.

Yeah! He taps his paws in the water, making a tiny splash and giggling at it.