Blacktail Deer Plateau reporting the patterns row by line

"A deer," Osprey thought that this was a neat idea. Home spirit could reflect something that was characteristic to the area. Something that made it different from the rest of the wilds. She closed her eyes briefly, trying to picture the spirit looking exactly like every other deer, yet not exactly. Just by looking at it you knew that this was no ordinary animal, but you could not pinpoint, why it was so. An inner feeling. The deer reminded her also stories about the forest spirits that took form of a magnificent prey, luring determined hunters far away from their lands and disappearing the moment they thought that they had got it. Would a home spirit do such a thing?

"Or it could be a wolf... Just think - a late afternoon in autumn, fallen leaves, frost and the mist setting in... then you walk and suddenly a wolf emerges, seemingly out of nowhere. Friendly and curious, asking, how are you doing and, where are you going... And you have a feeling like you know this fellow for a very long time, but can't remember how and when have you met before," she spoke, drawing a possible scene of meeting a home spirit. "Do you think a squirrel would be a good form for such a spirit? Or a crow... I have always thought these two being sort of... jovial creatures. And a home spirit - if not upset - should be that way too," it was interesting to play with the ideas.