Stone Circle Branches were sewn by the color of green

Since she had joined the pack, Oryx had remained fairly solitary in nature as a quietness stole its way into her life. Unspoken thoughts cast a spell upon her, and quiet often a tear would hang upon her eyelashes before being swept away as she buried those whispers with a sort of sullen desperation. She was tired and sore- and while her bruised bones and strained muscles healed, she found her spirit continued to decay as she became more and more withdrawn. 

In the night, her dreams were filled with the image of a rocky landscape that blurred past her at a frantic pace before disappearing into nothingness- and she was gripped by the feeling of falling which startled her into wakefulness with a gasp. She dreaded the dreams, which often left her sulking and fretting until eventually, she'd fall asleep again simply out of exhaustion. On one such night she launched herself to her feet upon waking up so suddenly, and had stumbled out of the den, panting fearfully before she realized she was even awake. She took a few moments to calm herself down. She looked up to the stars- and finding within them a pattern that was familiar and reassuring, she begged her nerves to settle, and left her den to make a trip to the stream to get a drink. 

Her path took her within sight of the circle of stones which were so revered by the pack- but the sight of them basking in the dim moonlight made her shudder. Trying to confront at least one of her demons, she stood still for a few moments, staring across the distance at the tall, pale figured as she tried to tell herself they were nothing but stones. Still; she flinched when the wind lifted, whispering through the stone formation and whining a low, soft moan. She clenched her teeth, and told herself that perhaps- if she could convince herself that there was nothing amiss or malignant about those stones, she might also be able to confront her dreams.