Blackfeather Woods The Silence

Eldritch shrugged softly to the question asked.

"For me, I try to shake them around a bit in the rabbit pelt, and then lightly 'toss' them on a flat surface to cast."
As close as a wolf might possibly get to casting runes in real life, honestly.

With that said, the Seer tilted her head to one side slightly, glancing in the direction of the sacred willow. That sick tree, with its hallucinogenic effects...


What would come of it, one day? Eldritch wondered quietly about what they would do, if the willow were to be destroyed somehow.