Stone Circle ain't no use in trying

Kincaid did his best to memorize facts about the pack and details about their laws and allies. None of it was surprising, nor did he have any problem with what he heard. These were all things he could live with, bar none, and mostly things he'd been doing already.

Most notably, he found that Valette had once been a scout, just as he'd suspected. He liked her even better, then, and felt free to comment, "You know, I'd pegged you as a traveller," in a slightly more colorful and friendly tone than he'd used before. "You got that way about you. I knew someone once who said that it's scouts who make the best leaders, on account of they're always head of most everyone else. Then once they find where they're goin', they settle down and folks turn t'them, 'cause they've seen it all and they got there first."

He paused, and then allowed, "'Course, then there's folk like me, so I s'pose it ain't all scouts who end up that way." But he sounded quite amused as he made this observation, and not at all bitter or disappointed. He might've gone on, except it was at that moment that he noticed the stone pillars standing at the heart of the territory — what he had taken for a rock formation turned out to be something far stranger when seen from a bit closer, and he was not at all sure what to think about it.

"My lord," he said, his body language tensing a little once more. "Y'all did this?" How could they have? He supposed it was just one of those things; he'd run into plenty of unexplainable places in his time, and here was just one more to add to the list.