Don't Mess With Ouija Boards

A voice breaks his thoughts, and Alexander looks to see a stranger there with him. His question is met with a shake of his head. “The closest I’ve even heard of is an event with worms, though the two accounts of it were different… locations the wolves seemed to be brought to. And this? This is far different from either of those tales.” Alexander furred his brow. “But it is much the same in nature. Sudden, strange…” The stranger commented on having a bad feeling about the place and Alex gave a nod.

“As do I. It is best to keep our guard up.” He drew closer to one of the spires, noticing how the ground had shifted in firmness. What was more, he noticed just above the soil a carving upon it. He scooped out a couple pawfuls of dirt and, sure enough, more was seen. Just as he was about to call to his companion the wind began, a wailing rising through the area. Alexander’s fur bristled and he cast a sideways glance at his companion.

“We’d better figure this out quickly. It feels as if the area itself is warning us.” He gestured to the markings on the spire. “This looks like some beast, yeah? Maybe it is the cause of this place, like the giant worms my family members faced down.”

"Speech," 'Thought.'