Stone Circle fallen through the stones

He'd managed the mountains in good time, though he took care to weave his way through the terrain more mild to his eye. Vasya praised every god he knew when he set foot upon the other side, feeling as if a literal wall had been placed between himself and the shitshow in Akashingo.

And now—

Nyet, he murmured in disbelief, staring upon something he never thought he'd see with his own eyes.

A ring of stones, high and proud. The elders had spoken of such things, but in the abstract—of tales long ago. The rocks held power and magic, or so they'd said. Places of great importance, especially to priests.

And as a man born to be a Svartravn priest, he found himself utterly breathless and enchanted at the sight of them.

So enchanted, in fact, that he failed to realize he'd crossed a border, and was well into a pack's territory before he realized with a start, and every hair upon his body stood erect.

he IS trespassing! he'll try to explain himself but he can be knocked around a bit in the misunderstanding