Who let the predators out?

Abilene was lost, again. What a shocker.

She walked tentatively past rust covered monoliths, unlike anything she had seen before. They certainly weren't sculpted naturally, or at least she thought they weren't. The strangely precise geometry of the sculptures was unlike anything she had seen before. But what creature could've built them? Certainly not a wolf.

"Whatever it is, it's dead now." She muttered quietly to herself, to reassure her uneasy mind.

But as she looked up, she saw figure a good 30-40 feet in front of her. Another stranger? She squinted, ears stretched forward. Maybe this one would be as friendly as the last, but she didn't want to take any chances. She observed them, curious, but stayed put.