Stone Circle Now, am I wrong?

Happily trotting he went - finding it quite easy to find his way around here, finally. He had not gotten a tour as he had liked, but at least he had taken an effort to familiarize himself with the new environment. I wonder - how would this place look when Tundavi comes around? I can't wait for the snow to melt... do they celebrate Tundavi here? Tundavi was a very important day of the year for everyone with a Tricilo religion like Calloon. It was celebrated by catching large game and skinning it - letting the body dry in the new-born sun for a day before eating it when it was midnight. An offering - an offering to Hikinda and Rolovan.

He guessed he could celebrate it on his own if no one here knew about it, but that sounded quite boring. Anything for the wise ones, though - I must not get in more trouble. Not again, not again.

His train of thought was broken by a chuff from behind and his ears attentively swivelled atop his sunken skull. He turned, the raven still clamped between his jaws. His doe-eyes grew wide when he saw who had called, not sure who it was but still feeling quite awestruck. She was not scared to greet him, it seemed, but Calloon wasn't so sure about this. He gave a soft "woof" around the body of the raven he had found, his stance rather neutral.