Stone Circle the away mission

Tulimaq is not afraid of anyone outside of his own family, mostly because he has not encountered many that are strong enough to contest the might that is Tartok; he has that innate sense of bravado that is often found in an uncontested wildling. So when he stops, when he calls out, there isn't a hint of fear. He is curious and that is all—and that curiosity strengthens when the stranger draws closer and calls out. His voice is lightened by youth and this might've surprised Tulimaq had he not suspected as much; still, he thinks this young wolf will grow in to something formidable. Perhaps he should linger here—study the boy, test him, train him—but Tulimaq himself isn't a master of the warrior's arts. It is an entertaining thought but not a practical one.

The question, though, hangs in the air for a moment. The young man's ears pivot to catch it, but he doesn't respond instantly. He is considering his options, trying to be tactical despite the obvious need for diplomacy over combat. He cannot help it. Tulimaq wants to test the boy physically to appease his curiosity but that wouldn't be the right thing to do, not here, not now. They stare at one another for a long minute before he finally admits, I have never seen anything like that before, with a motion of his sharp snout towards the towering stones.

I take it they belong to you? Perhaps not this boy specifically, but to his people.