Stone Circle How rare and beautiful it truly is that we exist

"No just similar in size, so they stack properly."

Greyback nodded at Kegana's words as he searched around. He continued to poke and prod at the shallow stream, turning over rocks and lightly sniffing them in curiosity. Every so often a small fish would dart out from them, swimming frantically before disappearing again. He wondered how many fish have died since the river dried up.

Picking up a stone he found with his front teeth, Greyback carried it back to the white wolf, water dripping from his chin and cheek fur that touched the water. He set it down gently next to the pile, careful not to knock over the others before returning to his spot in the water. It was surprisingly calming, that was, until the ache between his shoulder blades came more apparent. Bending downwards for so long was starting to take a toll on his body, he wasn't a yearling anymore- no, far from it.

The man continued to work though, staying silent and dismissing the ache. "Miss Kegana," he began, moving into the stream after placing another rock near the pile. "Id love to hear about your homeland,"