I will break into your thoughts...

Hmmm... These stones seemed... stranger than strange. Familiar and yet very foreign. They reminded him of the stone circle of his old home. And even some of the marks sparked echoes of familiarity with the important marks of his sect. But these were quite different. What was here, made little sense to him.

He notices a presence approaching and quickly slips behind a large stone to peer at the newcomer. A brilliant rose pink coat with markings rare offers the organs of her catch to the gods nestled in the winds and stones. His ears perked as he noticed the wind, he hadn't seen that done in quite some time, he had nearly forgotten how to do it himself. Curioser and curiosor he heard her call to the winds a message of Judila. It sounded familiar, where had he heard that name before? Judila... One of the packs of his homeland... He had to be aware of every pack within the old kingdom, prince, and priest that he was.

He watched as she settled a little ways away to enjoy her freshly caught meal. He tends to accidentally sneak up on others so he chooses his approach carefully. He attempted to take a wide path on the broadside of her, where she could easily see him walking away from the stones and towards her with a curious set to his stride and expression.

"I'm not from Judila... But I've heard of it." He says, stepping within conversation range. Hiding neither his eavesdropping nor curiosity.

"I'm Eltrys. What happened, if I may ask? The seasons here are different, I haven't been able to measure how long I've been gone." Would she share her story? Had he intruded far too harshly?

"Speech!"