Jade Fern Grove Stop swaying when they move or shake it down

A cold blue gaze watches in curious silence as the long, dark shape of Tizheruk slithers up the current to wrap itself around a cairn. The swallow that held Keelut's attention just a second ago was now the reptile's target, and he lunges without modesty to catch the helpless bird with ease. Keelut chuckles, he never imagined that his shrine would ever find a use other than worshiping higher entities, but suddenly, just as though she'd been summoned by the completion of the stacks, a pale spirit walks into the clearing. The way she was hit by the light and how the waterfalls' mist enveloped her got Keelut believing she was truly an otherworldly specter. She gazed at her surroundings as though it was completely foreign to her eyes, closing in to him as though he was invisible. Keelut stays still, silent, admiring her as she makes her way through the clearing. Eventually the pull becomes too strong to bear and Keelut advances to her as well. His paws are careful as they step into the cold stream that it the only thing separating him from the angel and from there he whines to catch her attention. Can you see me? he asks, still convinced that Witchhazel was somehow not yet fully in the mortal plane and that he was not worthy of her sight. Maybe he was too... Mortal...