Stone Circle Throw a little hotrod red in there.

Bolstered by a blossoming friendship, Starbuck had carried on in her mission. She let the land guide her, following its rivers and ravines. She let the wind guide her, his whispers bringing the scents of her surroundings. And when nature failed to send her signs, Starbuck let her mind loose and her feet lead the way. 

That was how she came upon the field, a paradise of wildflowers. Her nose had led her here, and it seemed right to follow it. The riot of color delighted her, the soft blues and bright reds almost too beautiful to behold. She had just been thinking of laying down to rest when she heard the howl. And oh! How could she ignore a wolf in want of company? The thought did not sit well with her, and she began to lope towards the source of the call.

She came upon the rock circle, near which she saw the wolf who had called, and gasped audibly. Such a place was a great source of magic, and Starbuck knew that with concentration she would be able to reach into the far-flung stars to divine their secrets. The stones called to her, but her purpose here was different. The wolf was shadow-black and stone grey, and she drew nearer. With a bark to catch his attention, she trotted to a safe distance and greeted him. "Hello," she said, smiling. "What a beautiful place you have found! A place both beautiful and powerful." A pause. "I heard you call for company, and so I came."