Temple of the Ancients

His answer did have the cogs in her mind working, as she glanced around at the details of the place. Marks that had meaning, like the Nomads’ brow tattoos. Would it be possible to use marks to send messages to other packs via flighted companions? Messages that could not be altered or messed with?

His question in turn brought her attention to him and she explained, “They’re hollowed out horns from bison and other bovines. If you fill them with moss and put a live coal inside, and cap them, you can carry fire with you for quite a while.”

She watched Ari’s work, mind mulling over her previous thoughts before she moved into an offshoot door. She moved more surely—after all, she’d grown up win a cave and alcoves. This was somewhat familiar to her. Even the steps she found, partially by her own glow, and partially by nearly stubbing her toes on the foot of the first step.

She rested a paw on the stair, waiting for Harbringr before moving up the narrow stairway. It was stone, and steady. In fact, the whole place had an air of immovable eternity and peace. Far from her exploration buddy’s unnerve, she felt more at peace here than she had since shortly after her mother and brother’s return from the slavers.

The second story landing leveled under her paws, and she padded through the hallway, peeking into doorways at dark rooms, glimpsing faint impressions of beds, offices and meditation rooms as she passed.

“It must have been them… Imagine if we wolves could achieve structures like this...”

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think