If You Don't Make Those Little Noises, It Won't Work

Lynvarr sat heavily on the ground after climbing up the cliffs of the polar sound to the higher elevation above. The ground here was mostly flat and stretched out far in the distance, yet slightly north of them was a strange line of stones stacked on top of each other. He looked back to see how Shilah was doing. "You gonna hang in there?"

He chuckled at the man's reply before padding over to the wall. He leaned out and sniffed at it but it didn't smell particularly odd, just the usual stone and earth. The clouds were moving in quickly now. They stretched in a smooth gray sheet across the sky. Lyn leapt on top of the wall. There wasn't a really good way to mark it but the years of erosion had worn off a number of small stones. He gingerly picked one up and set it right in the middle of the wall. Just in case.