Porcupine Ridge Numerous sections are inscribed with "ETERNAL",

Lorcan moved with purpose, his shadowy frame blending seamlessly with the jagged terrain as he approached the water's edge. The thunderous cascade of the nearby peak filled the air, a rhythmic roar that barely masked the soft crunch of his paws against the stone. His golden gaze, sharp and discerning, caught sight of her—perched near the cave, poised like a wraith conjured from the misty spray of the falls.

He let the silence linger for a moment, a faint smirk tugging at his lips before he finally broke it, his voice smooth and edged with intrigue. Well, now, what do we have here? A soul drawn to the water?

The dark wolf moved closer, his steps unhurried but deliberate, giving her space while making his presence undeniable. Name’s Lorcan, he offered with a slight dip of his head, a polite formality laced with an undercurrent of curiosity. His gaze flicked toward the bones she handled, the glint of water catching on their pale surfaces.

And what’s your name, bone monger? Or should I just keep calling you a mystery?