Stone Circle How rare and beautiful it truly is that we exist

I love sleeping at last, they have wonderful songs!

Greyback strolled down the river bank, hoping to wallow within the little water they had left within the territory. His fur, almost always kept, was a bit ragged. His posture was hunched over and he panted heavily. He was not suited for this weather, specially with his thick fur.

He saw Kegana by the bank a few ways down, his bright white pelt glinting with the trickled forest light. "Kegana!" He called, his voice deep and throaty. It's sound bounced through the forest, echoing slightly as he tried to grab her attention. He lifted his head upwards and walked towards her, his attention immediately focusing on what she was doing. "Are those...rocks, Miss Kegana?" He questioned, his head turning. He had never seen so many before. "They're beautiful..What do you plan on doing with them?"