Stone Circle defeat the stymphalian birds

"A potential outcome, then?" She smiles. Of course, there could be an infinite number of those. She considers the specific conditions  required and with an idea is spurred a few steps away.

“There’s an old kill just bordering Prisnálund. A stag’s remains. Perhaps it will work?” She inquires and indicates through the trees with her muzzle, for the fates, or no-fates. Be it divine providence or mere happenstance. She wanted to know how this worked, for curiosity alone.