Shadewood I went out to the hazel wood

the red priestess could sense the topic was a strained one; as much as she wished to satiate her curiosity, she did not want to cause saena to flee from her company. she pulled her muzzle back in a manner that was not unlike re-sheathing a dagger; the hungry yellow of her gaze followed saena's own to the collecting clouds above.

"no, they should not be harmful." she answered with a sway of her slender head. "they are signs, but i could not interpret them for you. the inward eye is a great gift, but so few possess it." arunik'ra was convinced this wolf, whatever her station, was a wolf branded by molech's fire -- perhaps it was a test from molech to try to show this woman the light. yet there was something about saena that seemed unreceptive to religious norms, and arunik'ra did not push.

"when you are home, if the spirits visit you and are ever harmful -- come to me in the sunmote copse, and i will help you -- we will help you."