blood, flesh and bone

The stranger that called out to him with a familiar accent had his brows twitching upwards. Why did he sound kinda like his mother? Was this some trickster god playing pranks? He looked like a normal wolf, smelled like one too... "No idea," he answered honestly. "Dad'd probably recommend some sorta sacrifice t'be safe but who knows where he's fucked of'ter." The uncharacteristically surly yearling shrugged.

Moving to rise up on his hind paws, he put all his weight into trying to push the spire over, but it wouldn't budge. "Seems like they've been here a while, but then why's the ground all fucked up?" He queried, not really expecting a response. Of course he didn't expect the stranger to know. He allowed his claws to scratch against the strange surface as he slid down it with a sigh. It was a high whining, grating sound that made the fur along his spine stand on end.

"speech"