Much like his mother who had entered these lands before him, Alexander approached the strange land that had appeared. He had been through the west, he knew he had, and this land had not been here when he first came through. Yet that was impossible, wasn’t it? It had to be. Yet… this land appeared ancient. The strange stones that were here were weather worn and bleached pale. Under the crimson sky they just looked red to his eyes, however. He frowned, glancing up at the strange sky. “Divinities protect us.” He sent a silent prayer up to those he believed in and turned back toward the strange land. He had a hunch it was dangerous and yet he wanted to see more. Tail swishing, Alexander began his exploration.

"Speech," 'Thought.'

Úlfr didn't know what to make of the ruckus that had occurred the night before. He could only assume it was the work of the gods. But what they were up to he certainly didn't know. Still it begged exploration and truth be told he didn't have to much to attend to so why not see what was going on?

He arrived to see the strange spires stretching up, a feat of engineering he couldn't comprehend and it immediately filled him with dread. This was not a good place. His ears twitched as he heard a voice and saw a young man also exploring. Úlfr cleared his throat. "I don't suppose you have any more idea of what these things are than I do? I have never seen the like."

He padded close to one and squinted at the carvings. Taking a paw pad he gently brushed some dirt and debris off to reveal a screaming face. Úlfr flinched. "I have a bad feeling about this place."