Stone Circle This is our story - our hope

Anything but a fighter the young ghost was, yet he still held a position higher than most. He could not brag about it, could merely let others do it without his approval, for he was not that kind of boy. Great that Valette found him to be a Delta, but he found the title didn't quite fit him. All he could do was keep the caches filled up with small game and keep the ones he had become close to happy in their hard times.

The question the other asked was one he had heard many times before, yet one he could not answer. He opened his maw, wiggling his stump of a tongue around with a strange, strained sound to make that clear.