Stone Circle you'll do nicely

Chaska eyed her carefully. Then, let it past with a shrug. "If you say so. Just making sure" he said in reply. He seated himself down, his tail swaying slowly behind him. "What do I do? I'm a chronicler. I tell stories, fables, stuff like that. Usually I use them as advice, or to teach a lesson." And sometimes, it worked on others and himself when he rehearsed them to himself. Other times, not so much. What was a lonely guy to do, besides talk to himself?