Stone Circle safe place

Leta peered over to him as he explained to her how to find a good stick. Already, though, he had his paws on one. He was an absolute master of this stuff, and Leta observed him check in on the merit of that stick. Wanting to contribute and help, Leta meandered snout-to-earth to another. It was not nearly as magnificent as her friends, but it looked like a decent stick as far as sticks went. This one was dry, though it was not quite so girthy as Charles own find. So when Leta chewed at the edges of it, it took only a minute for it to splinter beneath the powerful pressure a wolf could naturally apply. 

She huffed and looked to Charles with a little grin, guess that one was not as strong as I thought! she admitted, looking to the stick he had to see if his was as good as he had thought. Probably, given the fact that he was better than her at this stuff. But he was teaching her the tricks of the trade, which she was grateful for. Leta quickly found another stick, a little more substantial looking (but still not so grand as Charles own), and she trotted over to it with plenty of pep in her step.