Stone Circle At every occasion, I'll be ready for the funeral

Sivullik. His uncle spoke his natal name; Stag's ears pulled forward, finding Takiyok's gaze for confirmation before he looked back to Siarut. Siarut, blood but stranger -- Stag could not put his buzzing nervousness at ease. What was he supposed to say back? Did his uncle expect him to say anything impressive?

"Um.. Me, too.." His words propped into the air. Stiff. Awkward. He sniffed, looking to the ground as he tried to squeeze his mind out like a sponge. Say something, you idiot. Say something, so your uncle doesn't think you're a soft-witted hare. "Do you live here?" While the answer seemed obvious, Stag's gaze was mostly turned to the stones in the distance that rose like thin columns of smoke against a pale sky. "What are the stones?"