Stone Circle When the party is over

She left swiftly. An occurrence he wasn't used to. They were still so young, that their mother very rarely left their side. So despite her firm warning, Selamuit had started the long expedition of wandering toward the entrance of the den. While he didn't know what the feeling was, worry settled in his stomach. A frown creased his brow, both in concentration and in concern. "Muh...." No sooner had the sound left his lips, then his aunt was rushing in. Distracted by her presence, he tottered back to his bundle of siblings.

She crouched over them. Her own demeanor was vastly different than anything he could understand, but he grew frightful. He whimpered softly. Instead of seeking out their mother, Selamuit settled alongside his brother Kallik. Both shaking.

The yells that echo'd outside the den greatly disturbing the boy. He even dared to take a step toward them. Curious and worried. But he didn't do anything else. Sela looked up at his aunt, scared.