It was a cloudy day. It was still dark on the horizon when Kalin came out of the forest for the first time. Kalin was a young member of the B'thesda tribe of anthropomorphic wolves. He was five feet, ten inches tall and covered in brown and light gray fur. He had recently come of age and the elders of the wolf tribe had told him stories about the mysterious ruins that lay outside the forest. The tribe was named after the area: B'thesda. No one knew where the crumbling structures had come from. Kalin decided to find out.
He picked up his favorite walking stick and padded down the dirt path out of the forest and into a large clearing. He eyes panned across the scene before him and he was amazed by what he saw. It was just like the tribal elders had said; ancient monoliths stood silently, unused. They were much larger than anything that his tribe had, each larger than the community hut and his family's cave combined. The buildings were in a state of disrepair that looked like they had bee