Redtail Rise harbinger

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@Wren’s herblore worked its magic. Moon Runner’s fever cooled and, slowly but surely, her strength returned. Though she wasn’t out of the woods yet, the young Treow would likely recover.

Moon Runner understood how close she had come to being separated from her spirit.

Her spine shivered at the thought.

On this day, the Rise was oddly quiet. While one spirit clung to its vessel, another was sheared away.

The young woman, no more than a pale skeleton, emerged from the shallow burrow.

She hobbled to a nearby water source and drank deeply.

A raven flew overhead and crowed with joy.

Food! the raven’s spirit said.

And Moon Runner was filled with dread.