Stone Circle Is this what you want?

Her father? Gunnar? He told him he'd never had pups?

Ah. Adoptive. Well, that made more sense.

There it was. The scent of the cache hit him once they'd gotten to it. He was glad not to have tracked it himself, however, even if he could've. For once, he just didn't want to deal with doing anything anymore- so, he asked for..help. Over it.

Reverie.

He looked to her eyes as she said her name, his nose dipped towards the food. Golden. A little sheepish. A little vocal. "Ts." The man nose touched the food. "Name's Bonnie."

Next, his teeth ate. Did she just want to hang? Did she get Tauris' pesters in her face? "Do you not like it here?" Not an interrogation, but a question. Raising his head as he ate to toss it to the side in a late conclusion to himself, he supposed the better question was, "Where'd you come from?"