He jumped when she grabbed him, but not to attack her, simply because she'd broken his concentration on the rock and he had entirely forgotten that she was even there with him. He turned his head and looked at her with this big brown eyes. He sat obediently on her foot when she pulled him back. He had no idea what this was, but knew that it was strange. It smelled strange to him, it was nothing he'd ever smelled before. The standing stones in Great Britain always had legends behind them, but he'd never visited one in dog form to know they smelled different.
What did they do now that they had found this strange thing? He didn't know.