Ankyra Sound to untie this knot

The druidic woman had only to move deeper through the woodwork to sniff out that it was not a territory for the taking. It was not something she wished ever to take; could one claim domain over wood where the Old Ones rest? Her question was answered, of course. The scent of it was telling enough. Her resolve was shaken. But the wood called to her, and she responded to its summon. 

On the edge of the forest did she wait. She could not, she believed, continue on her intended path without these monoliths. The Old Ones had spoken to her. And so the youth shuddered, and threw her head back to call for the keeper of this place.