Stone Circle like wine as it gets older

A tawny ear twisted toward the sound of treading paws, but Mya dared not look. She was not afraid, per se, but her thoughts were caught up in the mystery of the standing stones, and she knew that, once she looked at the stranger, she would have to say something approaching intelligent if she wanted to make a good impression.

So she didn't look. And they were silent for a long moment, until the girl's youthful insecurity forced her to speak.

"They must be very old," she said in the respectful hush of an acolyte. Her logic was flawed: she thought that rocks, like trees, grew up from the earth, and that the biggest were the oldest. And these were very tall rocks!

Finally, she turned her head to peer shyly at the other wolf.

"Do you think that if fairy rings keep growing, they turn into something like this one day?" she asked, with not quite the innocence of a child, but certainly not the experience of a full-fledged adult.