Stones as Old as Time

The longer she stared at the runes, the more foreign and alien they seemed. She couldn't even begin to make sense of them, and ultimately she decided that perhaps they would be a mystery until the end of time. "Hello there, examining the stones? I wish I knew how they came to be." Head turned to find her older packmate, Domari. He was a seasoned warrior and hunter, and no doubt had boundless knowledge that she herself had yet to possess. Her tail wagged briefly as she offered a smile to him before she returned her gaze back to the markings she would never get the chance to translate. "Yes, they seem to hold some sort of a mystery but I've not even come close to figuring out these runes." Sadness touched her voice at the fact, but she knew she wasn't the first nor the last wolf that would try to figure it out. "How are you Domari, sir?" She asked, turning to him again.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think