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

Lynvarr laughed. "Ok, ok, fair enough." He continued his way along the wall, noting that the surrounding terrain was pretty sparse apart from mosses and a few small gatherings of cedar trees. Still, there were enough short grasses growing here in the summer that he imagined caribou and other ungulates found enough to eat. Winter would likely be another story, with little tree cover the snow was likely to drift far and wide in the wind.

"I wonder what the humans used these for. Some sort of elevated trail system?" He leaned down to scratch at the wall once more before erecting another trail marker and working to the last edge of the wall. He wondered how long it would take nature to reclaim her landscape and wipe the human relic from the face of the earth. It seemed to be eroding pretty extensively in some places.