Stone Circle One giant leap.

Skáld took to following Sanja carefully, more confident with his brother by his side. Still, his lowered posture and cowed spine was an indication of light discomfort, which grew at the sight of the tall, jagged stones that pierced the ground and reached toward the sky. Something about them....About the shape of them, simply felt unnatural. 

She were urged toward them, to find their favourite. He faltered, as he felt a pulsing in behind his eyes. Whether it was the brightness or...Whatever the humming noise was, and the scent, he couldn't tell. Dagur lifted a leg to claim a stone, but Skáld didn't seem to notice. He stared forward, his jaw crooked to the side slightly. He shook his head, and blinked. 

Step forward.

It was an intrusive thought. He rose, and moved forward. His nose touched stone, and his muscles tensed. He went stiff for a moment, before he began to quake, and teetered over onto his side, eyes staring wide as he continued to convulse.