Stone Circle Throw a little hotrod red in there.

Splitting her attentions between the male and the circle, she rounded one boulder, sniffing at its base as she went. What a strange thing, these rocks. No, no. Not rocks, boulders, she murmured, in part to herself. Stark, like the fresh snowfall. Well met, Starbuck said absently as she placed her front paws partway up one boulder, gauging its height The pleasure is mine, truly. I have been traveling alone for some time, and it is wonderful to have company.

Starbuck heaved herself atop the boulder, her back legs scrambling for purchase against the rock until she found herself steady. Then she turned, carefully, to look down on Stark. I am Starbuck. Her vantage point allowed her to look out across the sprawling field, dotted with its wildflowers and swaying gently in the cool summer breeze.