It was supposed to be a low-risk mission just dipping their toes back in the water. And of course it's not. There's wraith there and they have to run. The manage to dial fine, they even manage to get to the gate but as they're jumping through several wraith shots hit the gate and something goes strange. The normally smooth passage of the wormhole twists alarmingly and it's normal teal green shifts to a much more menacing red. And when they're finally spat out. They certainly aren't back at Atlantis.
"Right about... there?" He points to a bit of the hills, and yes it's the same one.
"We can go closer, if you like, a calm bear at rest is a magnificent thing even if the rest doesn't impress you."
"Let's see it, then."
There are a lot of paths, and no signs past the road, but he finds his way through like he's often been here before.
There's a feeling John and Rodney can probably pick up on, when they get within about a hundred yards. It's a little like oldness but more intrusive, and a little like static electricity. It's fairly faint, though, even as they get close.
Within about a dozen yards the slightly-artificial quality pretty much vanishes, and the cave itself, which is about twelve feet around and goes straight back and down into the hill, doesn't look that way at all. There are fewer trees but they don't look planned, the turf isn't mowed (but is actively being grazed by a goat), and the stone is genuinely untouched.
Sitting near the cave dressing a deer is a man in notably more primitive-looking clothes; furs with less treatment or cutting to the leather, no dyed cloth. (He's a priest to the scanner.)
Also a bear, lying peacefully next to him and munching on a hunk of said deer. Large, greyish-brown, and not at all angry, but it's hard to ignore the possibility that will change when his teeth are being put to use actively.
Huh, it's a little like communing with Chaya but also very different. It's much less personal and the vibe is also different old is a good descriptor.
The bear is indeed both intimidating and incredible. He's seen similar bears before but from much further away.
"There's holier places, but this is maybe the easiest to reach where ordinary people without a gift for magic can feel it. And personally I never feel it hurts to see a reminder of why we picked the bear-god as our nation's Father. Hello again, Priest Boyozi. Showing around these outsiders."
The other man looks at the two of them, tilts an eyebrow at Sheppard's general bearing, and then nods and goes back to his work silently.
"I'm certainly feeling it. It's a very singular feeling. Thank you for hosting us." He directs the last to the priest even if he's not paying attention.
Priests of Ursun tend not to be extroverts. Might be better with bears than people, actually, especially while sober. But he gives a slight nod anyway.