Stone Circle Digging up the past

Watching from the treeline, Greyback gazed at the small form of Arlette bounding up the hill to the Standing Stones. Smiling humbly, he sat down and chuckled as she jumped between the shadows, entertaining herself. He could relate, often doing the same thing when he was younger. Greyback and his siblings were isolated from the others with their upbringing; busying being groomed to inherent their father's title. It left little time to play with eachother.

When Arelette disappeared from he view he became worried. He had only been watching to make sure she was alright. She was so young, too young to be on her own yet without a supervisor. Standing, he walked out into the open and raised his head. "Arlette?" He walked in farther towards the stones, not stepping into the circle. "Arlette dear, where are yo-." Cut off, Greyback stared open mouthed at the scene in front of him.

Arlette- white as ever, was now tinged with brown as she was digging up one of the stones. Anxiety flooded him he knew what was buried there. Drawing in a sharp breath, he paced forward where he stood behind her. "Arlette, stop." He said with a stern tone, but never raising his voice. He peered down at her, seeking how deep she had dug before looking upwards. His anxiety worsened as he noticed this wasn't just any stone. It was Steady's, Easthollow's founder and someone deeply connected the girl's mother.