Stone Circle ain't no use in trying

Kincaid's ears pricked as Valette described her sister. It was clear to him that there had been love and admiration between the two, and Kincaid felt something like a dull echo of the woman's loss; this sister of hers sounded like someone he would've enjoyed meeting. "Sounds like she was one hell of a woman," he said, his words a bit simple, but his tone sympathetic.

He looked back up to the stones as she went on in an attempt to identify each one as she named it. Part of him was disturbed to imagine there were dead wolves lying just beneath their paws, but another part of him thought he'd be very lucky if, when he died, someone bothered to inter his remains somewhere half as hauntingly beautiful as this.

As intrigued as he was, he was glad when conversation shifted to a lighter topic — one he understood far more. "Well, I don't wanna take up your whole day, but I am mighty interested," he told her with a swing of his tail, inviting her to start then and there if she so pleased. "If you're busy now, I can surely come and find you some other time."