Stone Circle Emerald Paradise

Most of the territory was appreciably dull to Larus; he who had spent many days in hiding or surviving arduous travel, roaming the wilds and beyond. It wasn't ugly exactly, but it reminded him strongly of the grove he once inhabited (the one with the endless waves of dark ferns growing). The most interesting thing would be the strange spires of rock that stood tall in the heart of the territory. These were like massive teeth spread-out from the earth as if they were intended to support... Something.

Larus spent a good handful of hours studying them, striding among them, staring and wondering about them, and when he grew tired of this (and his neck began to earn itself an ache) he departed from their roving shadows. There was plenty of time for the newcomer to study these obelisks.

In silence he roamed the territory thereafter, and only made a noise when he came upon a stranger - young, occupying themselves with some form of chew toy - and it wasn't even that Larus meant to draw attention to himself. He stopped his advance and just happened to step down upon a patch of ice with a light frosting of fresh snow. The crunch startled him more than anything, and then he was looking sheepishly at the stranger nearby.