Stone Circle Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust

Oryx was slightly assured when Valette told her that she and the other wolves of the pack had had no hand in creating such a structure. She couldn't help but associate it with natural but still somewhat strange phenomenons like a faerie's circle, and thus interpreted the ring of stones to be somewhat of a bad omen. The flicking of her ears might have signalled her discomfort, but she remained silent for the time being. Perhaps they were simply stones pushed up from the ground by frost over hundreds of years, or something likewise as benign. She would do her best to avoid the area, however, as she still continued to believe that treading within the circle might spell bad luck. 

She was brought to a den which didn't look as though it'd been used too recently, but would do for a place for her to stay while she rested. Valette offered to bring her food while she rested, and she gratefully accepted the offer. She was quiet- still shaken from her experience, but she remembered her manners a moment later. "Thank you, I-" She said, and cut herself from continuing, as she did not want to be too personal. "This...Saves my life, thank you." She said, with a polite bow of her head.