Stone Circle Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust

She's near the borders where the ridge of Bearclaw valley meets the edge of the meadow.

The last glimpse of daylight Oryx saw was the hot and copper sky of dusk that stretched out toward the horizon, where it was met by a long, straight line of dark green, rippled by distant mountains. She would have stretched her legs toward them, as though to reach out as she soared, fixing her gaze upon the distant sunset beyond the rest of the jagged circle of ridge as though willing herself to fly. For a few moments with the wind in her fur and the knowledge that she had finally taken ownership of her life, she felt as though she was floating. She'd finally torn her life from the one who had been chasing her and had flung herself into what she'd thought would be certain oblivion. But she had chosen it. And as soon as she felt her dreams begin to sink along with her small, frail frame, she simply closed her eyes and allowed herself to fall. 

The night would pass, dark and cool, and with the cloud cover, no stars would shine above her tiny, limp body. Her pelt would allow her to blend in with the dark, stony scree of the ridge, as she had not been flung nor had she rolled far enough to find a soft resting spot in the meadow. Unconscious, she spent the entire night devoid of dreams, fears, memories and thoughts- she'd finally found some sort of peace in this living state of purgatory. 

When the sun arose, she felt it warm against her cheek, and she slowly submitted to the realization that she had survived. But having been on the run for so long- and having nearly been caught, she had no energy to assess the damage she had suffered. Her head throbbed, and she wasn't sure what state her ribs or legs were in; and she was not sure, either, if she intended to even be alive. This had been her choise, her escape route- and now, if she moved, her doom might find her again. With a small whimper, Oryx pulled herself together as much as she was able, and dragged herself from her stony bed, and sank to the ground in the shelter of a boulder, praying that it might do some good in concealing her while she struggled with the realization that she had somehow survived.