Blacktail Deer Plateau A witch of a witch of course

Careful paws of multicolors pushed and prodded at the stone altars she had found. They were not prefect, but they fit her needs for now. And she had scratched crude bears into their hard faces. A pale stone from near the quarrys and a darker one from deep in the forests. She had cleaned them up as best she could. At each foot of them, a bone of some prey animal. The bones for Atka bleached and clean, the ones for Sos, chewed and gnarled, but at still pristine.

She had placed herbs and plants at each one. yarrow, wormwood, and so many others. Just small, weighed down by quartz and other sacred stones. She was pleased with it. Most of her worship came from sacrifices and small prayers, she was not one for amulets and baubles, too easily lost. But she could certainly understand the appeal.

She settled to her haunches and watched as the sun began to rise above the tree tops. Coloring the early morning in dapples of orange and red and cream. A new day, rebirth, Atka. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, allowing the sun to alight upon her face.