The Heartwood Trees, grass, leaves

It's ok!

The Naturalist trade was one the priestess aspired for. It could prove helpful in the Blackfeather Woods, even though the sky was hard to see in the dark canopy. There were many other natural signs to see in the blackness, but an understanding of the stars and clouds were useful. The sky held many secrets, and who knows what messages Mephala was sending in the ether.

She left the dark forest, wincing at the bright light before heading further. Her eyes searched the skies for anything, but for now she did not see anything of use. Just formless clouds.

The priestess wandered until she headed into the bright, contrasting forest known as the Heartwood. It was different than her shadowy woods in almost every way. In her woods, all you could see was black: black skies, black trees, black wolves. But here, there was a brightness seen even in winter. Even in the wolves.

A light gray, nearly white wolf lay on the ground, his muzzle tipped upwards towards the sky, as if he was studying it. Was he aspiring to be a Naturalist as well? He must not be a loner then, for loners could not, and did not, earn trades. "Greetings." she chuffed softly to the man.