Architecture, Sweet Architecture

He padded along the wall’s interior, surveying the stonework critically as he went. Over time, as experimentation with various muds and clays had been made with laying the stone, the wall had taken on a sort of mottled, tortoiseshell appearance, and he was making note of what had stuck and what hadn’t.

His eyes strayed from the wall as he finished the circuit that had taken several hours – most of the day, really – scanning the plains with the same thoughtful expression, far away—almost dreamy. He was considering windbreaks of some kind, stationed near the wall, or at the center of the territory. At the same time, he was wondering at various ideas of what to do with the points of the wall that were open to allow prey and wolves to enter.

Something to allow sentries to sit and watch without getting drenched during storms, though he had to admit, during the winter, a snow-covered wolf resting at the top of the wall might be decent camouflage to catch trespassers unawares.

He wandered from the wall, head turning this way and that as he studied the lands, deep in thought as he went.