“Thanks for nothing,” I mutter. “I’m going to go this way now. It seems just as good as any other direction we’ve gone in.”
A bark and a growl stop me mid-step.
“What?”
Another low growl.
“Fine, I’ll follow a little longer.” I throw my hands in the air, resigned.
We walk until the trees give way to a mossy clearing. A circle of stones rings a larger tablet in the center of a small rise. It almost looks like a tombstone and I shudder.
“This isn’t the temple grounds,” I scold. The wolf huffs and walks over to the large, vertical memorial. He lies down next to it. “Is this your favorite place, though?”
He tilts his head and raises his eyebrows at me, as if to say, Isn’t this where you wanted to go?
“No, it’s not where I wanted to go,” I mutter as I approach the large rock.
There’s writing on it, faded with time. It hides behind a cloak of the same green moss that grows out from its base. There’s something distinctly temple-like about this place. It reminds me of the old shrines that dot the pathways that wander forgotten in the deep woods.
“What does it say?” I whisper, reaching forward to wipe the moss from the etchings.
“Nothing you can read.” Eldas’s voice breaks the still silence, and I don’t even bother suppressing a groan.