Stone Circle You wanna tell me what's goin' on in that freaky head of yours?

If Arlette had known Nunataq's history regarding desecrating graves in order to claim, what she considered a valuable food source, perhaps she would not have taken her friend to the Stone Circle, where the most important people of her family were buried. With one ear turned and tuned in to the lengthy string of words the Easthollower was bubbling, Nuna approached the Mother stone, walked around it and stopped, sniffing intently at the ground at the foot of it. With the snow and frozen ground the faint scent of a rotten long-gone flesh was hardly perceptible, but it was there.

Curious. Nuna retreated briefly, tilting her head to the side to regard the spot inquisitively. Then she went over to the Father stone, surprised to find a similar smell pattern here too. What was this place? A cache? She looked up, then let her gaze travel to the rest of the stone monuments and finally back at her friend with a furrowed brow and slightly confused expression.