Sun Mote Copse A safer car, baby smiling in back seat

Photo reference of the grove: 

Since he had spoken to Eshamun, Ar-Khalba knew of his duty. He thought of it often. As Kurvat, he needed to find a grove -- his own dominion to rule, to organize, and to oversee. Yet, with his cautious nature and his tendency to err toward perfection, Ar-Khalba had yet to find a place fitting for such an endeavor. And with Asherah's due date inching closer and closer, Ar-Khalba sometimes found himself distracted in his pre-natal care.

Some time had passed, yet Ar-Khalba had not forgotten.

As evening fell over the Sun Mote Copse, the Kurvat-to-be set his course south. There was a place among the wood where the trees grew thick and the leaves had turned a rusty shade of brown and orange. The setting sun peeked through the tree line to Ar-Khalba's right. With the light catching in the branches just right, the tree tops seemed to be ablaze. This place, it spoke to him.

This was it. This was grove he sought. He tipped his head back and immediately called for @Eshamun.