Silver Creek Wooden floors, walls, and window sills

Though intimidated by the stranger, Oryx perked up visibly when the Enchantress admitted that she was looking for a home. While her tone might have implied that she was looking for something possibly more substantial than a simple pack to live with, Oryx took her word for the face value and moved forward, out of the cavern's entrance and toward the creek's bank, tail waving from side to side behind her. She could possibly recruit the Enchantress to join them- and wouldn't Grayson and Harrison be pleased? She was a remarkable creature, and would make an excellent mother, she figured- simply because she looked healthy and beautiful, as though that was enough to make a good mother. 

"We are called Rosings," She said, volunteering a bit of information with a tone that was docile but softly trimmed with excitement too. She loved her home- and it showed. "We are few...But growing. We have a society governed by gender roles; so the men do the hunting and patrolling, and we women are expected to be good mothers and healers," She said, pausing to see how the Enchantress dealt with the description of a home that Oryx found to be idyllic.