Be the song everybody wanna sing

Trundling along with the sort of single-minded intensity that pups can have when playing, Viviane almost didn't see the male laying there at all. Her pretend den was on the other side of the stone circle, and she was carrying sticks and leaves and all sorts of things to make it better. When she did notice the male, just before she would have stepped on him, she leaped back with a faint "eep!" and dropped the plethora of plant stuff, which promptly scattered everywhere. But she had forgotten the plants and the play den immediately on seeing the older male, who had cuts all over him! "Oh sir," she gasped out, distress in her bright green eyes. "Are you all right? You're all over scratches!"