Great Bear Wilderness a flock of birds

Charon laughed when Atreyu suggested running prey into the funny-looking rocks. That would surely kill them, and the mental image was pretty funny. "Plus, they'd all get cut into little pieces, ready for eating," Charon said with a grin. Charon didn't really consider it a viable option to hunt, but he still thought it was pretty funny to imagine it happening. It might be worth it to give it a try, even, but then again, they didn't really have time to goof around with silly stuff like that. It'd probably take a while to find an animal dumb enough to actually run into the stones, after all.

The yearling trotted towards towards some of the stones and sniffed them carefully. The edges were sharp, so he stayed clear of those, and looked at the funny shapes they formed. Some of them had holes in them. "Maybe when it rained really heavily with the storms the rain battered holes in these stones," Charon wondered aloud. "Or maybe they come from some other place on the world where everything looks like this!" The excitement was clear in Charon's voice as he considered the options; they seemed limitless, really.