Stone Circle Ground had arose and passed its knees

The birds had begun their evensong by the time Oryx returned to the packlands after a quick trip beyond the borders to hunt. She preferred the shade and cover of forests and thickets for hunting smaller animals, such as the hare that she carried with her. With her coat, she knew she would have a more difficult time hunting prey in an open valley during the day, and would be left to the mercy of the wind which seemed to change allegiances on a whim when not curbed by the branches of trees. She thought she might take the rabbit to Siarut, as an offering for his mate who would be feeding their new children. She had sworn to prove herself useful, after all, and felt that this would be a kind gesture. 

She stopped and dropped the hare, though, when she saw a mass in the distance, above the tall yellow grasses. It moved, and as she squinted, she realized that this wasn't simply one creature, but rather a herd of them. She'd smelled them before, but hadn't crossed paths with the pack's resident herd of bison yet. They were massive, and deserving of distance, though Oryx knew that at some point, she would likely be called upon to aid in a hunt...It would take a large group of them to take down a bison, she thought, as she watched them. They looked so formidable and sturdy...And with all that extra fur and muscle about their shoulders, she thought it near impossible to inflict any sort of real damage. She watched them, having dropped her hare to the ground, from a respectful distance; a small wisp of a wolf like her, and at such a distance, hadn't even warranted the flick of an ear.