The small complex of ruins sat high in the crux of two snow capped mountains, weathered by centuries of neglect, isolated from the eyes of society. To the passerby, the old stone monoliths weren't much to look at; most of the stones were either toppled, or laid half buried in snow, and the ones that still stood tall were defaced and scribbled on over the years by many a foolish traveler. To most, this old ring of stone was just a thing left by some ancient culture not relevant to this day and age, to be lost and forgotten buried in snow for millennia and millennia. Jy'aad Elveti, however, was not like most people.
Perched on one of the fallen stones, the black furred fox scanned what he could of the ruins again and again; the few monoliths that remained standing... Seemed to form a ring. But what are they built around? And why was it built here? His tail flickered back and forth at the thought. It had been since he arrived that morning, when he first laid eyes on the place. As much as he wanted to think about the meaning of the ring of stones, another thought creeped into his mind... One that brought his teeth to bear and his violet eyes to a scowl.... Someone's behind me...
