Blackfoot Forest MEET · Once In a Lifetime, The Suffering of Fools

For Leto, the Loa had been quite silent, or so she thought. For spirits that roamed the world, she supposed they were awfully absent in her very literal neck of the woods. Yet still she roamed the woods without realizing that every stone she carried to make a mound of them at the Forest's edge was a tribute not just to Bon Dye but to the Loa of Earth. She slept each night in the deepest of dens, dug into the rich dark soil with her own paws, where her dreams were scented with petrichor and loam. The half-coyote did not recognize that the perseverance that had brought her to this time and this place was in fact characteristic of the Loa that guided her paws. Her ambition, her shrewd calculation, and even her wry sense of humor might sing of Loco'en to a wolf who knew of such divine mysteries, but Leto was as yet uninitiated even into the ways of Atka and Sos, let alone to the more esoteric foundation that were the four Loa.

When the morning cry went out from the heart of the Forest, Leto turned away from the cache she had been camouflaging with fallen leaves and a piece of a rotting log. She made towards the sound of Jinx's voice and reveled in the release of energy that came from the pounding of her running paws upon the damp, hard-packed forest soil. By the time she arrived in the Bokor's presence, the Lambda was exhilarated, and the emotion spilled over in the form of a languid smile on her face, She bowed her desert-hued head low, and even when she straightened to attention, her features were suffused with pleasure. Heart fluttering in her chest, the half-coy greeted with an unusually bright grin: "It's a fine morning."