Stone Circle This is what we eat

The round boy bounded after his mother, running circles around her if she ever slowed or came to a stop. If he wasn't careful he likely tripped over his siblings on more than one occasion (he really needed to learn to look where he was running). West often seemed to have never-ending energy, at least until he crashed. But today had a reason for him to be so excited, he was given the chance to leave their den once more! Perhaps this time they would go further than just around the clearing past the mouth of the den.

Unfortunately West would also be subject to several of his mother's guiding nips. He was a bit thick when it came to learning, but he did his best. The stones would slowly come into view as their little squadron moved forwards. The stones, towering much higher than their father, definitely caught his attention. They couldn't just be rocks, could they? The pillars all seemed too perfectly place aside from the crumbling ones. What're those, Ma?