Sun Mote Copse i just need you, my river

arunik'ra had scurried, dithering here and there in the hectic manner of a squirrel before autumn -- but her progress was momentarily halted by molech's newest disciple. arunik'ra afforded akirea the rarest of smiles, though it was thin and short-lived. "a great stone." she murmured, canting her slender nose upright to motion to the boulder: "fashioned by the hand of molech. there is a powerful air here." she bent down, removing a tangled vine from the earth. "let us tidy it, but do not move any stones." it seemed a peculiar request, but the res drunak had her reasons.

she had only moved the vine's branch a few feet when eshamun arrived, and deferentially the res drunak dropped the plant from her mouth and swept to the ground in a submissive bow. "ekar-aji." the scarlet wolf announced, her gaze cast aside: "we are blessed indeed."