Blackfeather Woods the way, the truth, the life

He heard faint whispers as he approached, but it was so low, so incomprehensible that it registered as a low drone rather than clear words. The presence of the whispers did not go ignored by him, despite his inability to understand them. It was often silent here until he began to pray, and the fact that there was something here, something reaching out, excited him. It was clearly for her, Maegi, and not him. Hello, He greeted her, his voice low. He walked closer to her, his body settling by her side as she spoke again.

Nightcaller Temple, Meldresi had a clear memory for their legends and stories. The name was right out of one of the tales told to them when they were young. And that's the Altar, His paw raised, pointing to the split rock,  for no doubt was she speaking about that monument.