Sun Mote Copse Eating well, no more microwave dinners and saturated fats

Meeting with the female Eshamun had filled Asherah with hope. Her venture into the world of Molech was tentative, though. She was unsure of herself and unsure if the many armed God truly wanted her. She felt unworthy, unsure. Things that she knew did not befit a follower of Molech, not by looking at Eshamun. She was confident, undoubtedly worthy. Asherah had heard of the shrine that was now marked for Molech and had decided she would help to decorate it as well. She'd found tines from antlers half buried in the forest. The skull was nowhere to be found, sadly, but she hoped these would please her God. It wasn't a full set, the other side must've gone with the skull, but it was large and unbroken. She'd washed them in the river, clearing them of dirt and then carried them to where the shrine should be. She hoped to find Eshamun and get approval for her offering. Was this good enough? Should she find something else?

As she approached, the antler held in her mouth, she noticed another wolf before what was undoubtedly the Shrine. It was a male, red in color like Eshamun. His head was bowed before the Shrine and a skull decorated with flowers. It made her feel better, the antlers would not seen so out of place if the skull was there. She padded closer, slowly and quietly so as to not disturb the male's prayers. Her eyes moved over the great stone, and she said a silent prayer that molech forgive her doubts. She waited for the brute to open his eyes and finish his prayers, unwilling to disturb him. She stood a polite distance from him and the shrine, not wanting to make him feel cornered. She dipped her head a little, waiting for him to turn.