Phoenix Maplewood she has used ancient and sanctified words

as he awaited an answer to his call, the druid became aware of the cloying stickiness in the air as well, a sweet and thickly scent of maple, one that clung to the breath and brow. it was not unpleasant, but he imagined the experience could become so in a short time. however, his ponderings were short-lived -- he returned the broad smile tossed his way by the scraggling reek and dipped his muzzle respectfully.

"hello. this is for saena, or yourself," the man intoned, pushing the limp goose toward the maplewood alpha with a gentle motion. "our last meeting ended badly, but saena's aunt osprey has returned unto us, and i wished to bring her the word of it, as i failed to do so before."