Moonspear infestation, oppression, possession

To an unfamiliar note of a howl, she paused her route through the woods and waited just enough to hear it out before pivoting to move on towards it. She didn't rush. Not when nothing urgent was spoken of within, no news from her scouting daughters mentioned, or anything else she ought to find herself particularly concerned with ahead of time. Yet visitors here were few--especially when they had already approached the mountain, and come this close.

The mother had evidently left them waiting, but in her own shadowed silence, she found them in dark when her time was right. She came with no introduction besides a natural poise and immediately, though she slid towards a spot near Llewellyn, her sights were narrowed onto the stranger and instinctively, her son.

"What is this?"