The Elf patted Brogach's head as Rayadell spoke. He turned to her in time to see her already making her way off to find various pieces of wood. Calanon nodded in acceptance, and bade Brogach to stay here as he strode toward the towering mountain that stood just beyond the treeline. 

It felt nice, out here. Yes, the air was chill. But the quiet of the evening and the sounds of the forest were welcome to this young ranger. It gave him peace, and was always a reminder for him that there was still life and good in this world. 

Quietly, he stepped out of the forest, just at the slope of the mountain that swept up to cover the sky northward. He gazed upwards for a moment, admiring its strength, before searching about for various stones to use for their fire pit. He would find a stone or two (or three) and carry it back to Brogach, and then make his way back out again. 

As he made his way out on the fourth trip, he stopped at the tree line. Something was different... 

The moon's cascading light gave the ground and surrounding forest an ethereal look. His dark eyes gazed to and fro as he did his best to keep his body completely still. There wa- 

A groan. A large rumble of a groan reached his keen ears, and his eyes snapped to its source. Down the way eastward were various boulders and a wider area covered in stones and gravel. A massive shape moved within them, and Calanon could just make out what it was after a few moments of observation. 

It was a Rock Giant, with a body covered in a rock-like hide and standing over thrice Calanon's height. It was primitive looking, albeit very human-like in appearance save for its skin and granite like facial features. He'd heard they were not too keen on combat or confrontation, preferring to be left alone. Calanon decided to do just that.