Stone Circle When the birds fly high, and the squirrels burrow low

As the summer continued on, the temperature continued to rise. Ujurak would have happily waited out the midday heat in the shade had he the opportunity. Unfortunately for him, a voice rose into the air. Pulling himself to his paws, the Stone Prince set out to meet the visitor at a brisk trot. His urgency increased as a second voice split the air. So too did his suspicion.

An autumnal man stood at their borders. Alone. Ujurak's tail waved once and a polite smile set upon his face. Masking the trepidation he felt at this meeting.

Halló. You stand at the borders of Kvarsheim. I am Ujurak.

Turquoise eyes surveyed the surrounding fields. Did he not hear a second voice? He looked back to the stranger. Clearing his throat, Ujurak decided to be pointed. Where is your companion?