Misty mountain majesty

Caelia rarely went to the plains herself, though not for lack of want. Vericona Plains simply felt more like home to her - generally she found more wolves than there in the moor. Though it was admittedly easier to navigate, the seemingly constant mist that clung to the earth was definitely distracting. It was peaceful in its own right, she had to admit - and with the sun standing high in the sky it was much less eerie than it had the tendency to be during.. well, any other hour of the day. Today she wasn't feeling particularly social though, not that she was the most social of wolves to begin with, and so she found herself staking out on a quiet patrol of her own, headed toward the peculiar stones that inhabited a section of the moor.

As she drew closer she became aware that another had come this way. His scent was crisp and clear, and though she knew his name - he was a packmate, after all - she knew next to nothing about him. Being unfamiliar with her packmates wasn't such a good thing, she knew. It certainly wasn't helping her toward the path she wanted go down, the path she'd spoken to her mother about, nor the direction she'd told Aurielle she was interested in. It was time to work on changing that, even if she didn't necessarily want to at this particular moment. Quietly she made her way to the stones, surprised at how close she came before Nolan was visible, and she regarded him as he studied them, unsure whether or not he'd heard her approach. "Figure out what these stones are for yet?" Caelia started, the faintest hint of a smile visible on her lips. "I've been trying to guess since I was a pup, but I haven't come up with a good answer yet."