A man-made contrivance, cobbled together from boulders and bricks. Its function is lost to time, save for the stark reminder of something which came before. It bisects the tundra, despite serving little purpose. Herd animals are able to bypass it easily enough, and the crumbling infrastructure is hardly an obstacle for wolves in most sections. The lands surrounding it are largely bogs, sphagnum moss, permafrost and sparse copses of cedar and spruce. Summer hunting finds this place as lush as any other. In the winter it is merely another facet of tundra, upended by the occasional appearance of the stone wall among drifts of snow.
Pretty as the Vine