Haunted Wood A sprinkle of glamour, a dollop of charm, trading,

A bear crossed the before her eyes, her fur raised in alarm, as the rain masked the smell. She thought to call the rest- a warning, a call to action, but at the same time, it felt not worth to protect a land they would not officially claim. Though across the ground did it drag what seemed to be a blessing- one they would cherish so.

Antlers.

The Deorwine hesitated, as why to a bear would carry a holy relic- but then she saw the familiar pumpkin gaze, much like her own, but the pelts differ so. There was hesitation, "Glædwine?"