Stone Circle Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust

Meekly, Oryx offered Valette an appreciative smile as she described the area she'd be going. Food...She would need to eat, and while she hated that she would be pulling from the pack's supply, she knew it would only be temporary. Once she healed up, she would be able to repay them over what she hoped would be a long and fruitful summer. At least she hadn't joined the pack in the dead famine of winter. She might be able to share her knowledge of herbs as well, which would be something she could do even if she wasn't fully mobile yet. She was beginning to think of other ways she could offer assistance, in return for her own safety, when Valette motioned toward a ring of rocks standing tall, looking like a ring of bears sitting up on their haunches in the shadows. She paused for a moment. 

"How did...?" She asked, curious about the creation of the stone circle, before she began to move again. She kept her gaze on the stones as they passed by, and couldn't help but feel a chill run up her spine. There was something unnatural about the stone circle that she didn't understand- something more powerful than she could imagine, perhaps, had put the stones to rest in that pattern...But it reminded her, nonetheless, of the tales she'd heard about faerie circles- and how they were to be avoided.