Stone Circle hi-diddly-ho, neighborino!

he gave a small laugh, nodding. "that's sort of the idea of the maplewood," he explained, a smile playing across his muzzle. "there was a bad storm, when dawn, easy, and i first found the plains. we took shelter there. . .and never really left. i prefer it, to be honest. but myself, i'm from the sea. born there."

aditya closed his mouth, realizing belatedly he had began to ramble, a behavior not befitting of the ambassador he was. he cast a glance at the stones instead, once more intrigued by their archaic beauty. so orderly, so out of place in these wilds.

"what's the story of the stones?" he asked valette, adding, "if you don't mind my asking. i've never seen such a thing before. they must have some significance." they clearly were a focal point on the landscape; no wonder the wolves had been drawn to them.