Friends and memories

Sora would lift her head from her paws when she heard a voice, it was coming from an older male. He asked if she knew what the stones were about. She stood up and walked out of the den to sit down in front of him, taking a glance back at the small brown creature. “No, I don’t know much about these stones. Only thing I know is that they’re older than me.” She chuckled with a smile. “Name’s Sora, this is my home.” She looked around at her surroundings it may not be where she was based but it had meaning to her.