Sunspire Mountains ivory cups

His time thus far in the Vale had been uneventful. While the sheltered forest was peaceful and there was no shortage of small game to hunt, he found it quiet- too quiet. The constant beat and pull of the waves was what he missed, perhaps…Even the sound of his siblings’ voices he missed. The sound of…Well, anything would be welcome.

He left the borders and ranged out into the meadow, only to find himself surprised by the sound of stone clinking against stone. He lifted his head, and above the swaying grasses he saw piles of stones- neatly placed- and caught a glimpse of a wolf just as she placed another stone, and then lay to rest.

He approached, blinking his lavender eyes curiously. With a silken voice split between amusement and curiosity, he spoke. You be layin’ a curse?