Blackfeather Woods All I see is black

Using this for naturalist!

Meldresi stared at the cobweb linking two branches, gleaming like a diamond as it was encased in morning dew. The art of reading signs from nature was one the priests of Mephala and Sithis used often. Their gods were subtle, especially the former Daedric Prince(ss). She had spent many days staring at a cobweb such as this, trying to discern patterns from not only the shape and size, but the placement, the weather around her, the spider itself, the amount of prey it had caught.

A year ago she would have found in an instant what this cobweb was telling her, and yet she was having problems. Tending to her pack's inception, growth, and her children had taken away some of her powers of prophesizing and scrying. But she needed to regain at least some of that knowledge, if she was to tutor her daughter in the art. The alpha's eyes narrowed, and her brain ran through several ideas and thoughts. Time will reveal the answer...