Although it is called a circle, it is not even that. These large layers of slab are placed randomly about, not even close to defining a 'circle'. Nobody knows where it got it's name, but it stuck throughout centuries. Smaller rocks are easy for pups to climb up on, and the taller ones can be quickly scaled by an experienced scrambler. Those with wings find this place practically a haven; easy to dart away from trouble and a good place to rest in the sun.

Not beach sand, but in fact, desert sand; the kind that practically pulls you so roughly that you can hardly walk. The sand here is almost orange or rust colored, with rocks spread all within it. These rocks are the remnants of the mountains and rock circle that lays so closely, and even the sand plays it's own part in that history, as well.

This is one of the most traversed parts of the land. There have been trails embedded into the soft and luscious grass, leaving nothing but dirt and pawprints in their wake. Two particular trails are very dominant; one from the Cerrac pack's direction, and the other from the side of the mountain caused by loners. Many hills with soft grass in spring, summer, and fall, become but a large field filled with snow during the wintertime.