Stone Circle Branches were sewn by the color of green

She flinched- and simultaneously, whipped her head around to lock her startled gaze on the male who had used the wind to his advantage, and had managed to get this close to her without being detected. She blinked, and shook her head as though to shake away her frightened expression and when she looked at him again, it was with a wary anxiety that she forced a small smile, knowing that she had to treat unknown packmates not like strangers, but like family. It faded though, within moments, but she was also able to reassure herself that this would be alright. This was a packmate. Packmates were called family, in this pack...Though from everything she had learned about family, she still wasn't entirely sure she could trust them. 

She wondered why he'd chosen to join her, and then she remembered the stones. Her ears quivered for a moment as she looked at them again. She did not want to be found out, not yet. Not until she'd been given a chance to try and come to terms with the unknown. The stones looked unnatural to her- and the unnatural and the supernatural were to be feared and avoided. "I came to...See the stones," She said, her voice trembling but friendly. True, she'd come to see them- but she'd maintained such a distance that they hardly rose over the horizon line. She looked to him, then, brows raised, and begging a silent question. What did he think of them? She needed to find someone who felt the same way about them that she did...But at the same time, she did not want to risk being outcast because she feared the stones were a bad omen.