Stone Circle Stone Circle 101

master ranger? awe rounded eyes scan the woman closely, thinking hungrily of all she must've seen to gain such a title. "wow" she lilts appreciatively, eyes shifting to rove the territory once more. it must feel pretty great to know that the home that protectively encircled the wolves that reveled within its firm grasp was a result of you. you gave them home. it seemed more appealing a thing to hold onto than even the title of being a leader and this woman had succeeded at both. "i would love that" she breathes, feathered plume stirring to swish once more at her haunches. 

when their focus belongs to the transcendent stones once more, she chews thoughtfully at her lip. the words to slip from her company's lips and twirl about the fringes of velveteen ears hold such beautiful imagery that her eyes sting with emotion misting at their edges. a paw is lifted to float with delicate grace over the swaying blades twisting together in their jig. inhaling deeply, she blinked up to the earthy matriarch and nods, a melancholic smile blossoming across angular features. "i...that's amazing i love that a lot" yet within the beauty of such an idea lies rivulets of sorrow. if the mountain had really claimed at least some of her family then...well they'd never been buried, she'd left them there where they didn't belong. sure you could argue that the earth had buried them itself, one great motion to reclaim those lives it had gifted previously. her breath catches lightly in her throat, such deadly power. compared to what lay dormant around them they were like little puppets, powerless to it if it decided to pull at their strings. yet it provided for them too...a viciously alluring circle of life. 

she nods a little distractedly to her final words, mismatched eyes drawn once more to the boulders standing sentinel over them all. "yes i think you should continue to tell everyone, it's lovely and i think...very true" blushing a little, she smiles down at her shuffling paws and imagines the hum of the breeze to hold undertones of another chorus, of those past on milling curiously around them.