You prowl through the dark morning as a sharp wind from the north ruffles your fur, carrying snow and ice with it. It's bitterly cold out, but your curiosity spurs you on to search - for curiosity's sake alone, if nothing else.
Despite the growing cracks and fissures in the earth around you, the end of the world doesn't seem to hold your attention. Maybe you've simply seen enough that a little apocalyptic action isn't all that concerning.
Regardless, the mythic stones seem to share your apathy, and none rouse to life in your presence.
You carry on with your search, paws crunching against the heavy snow.