Bearclaw Valley Green, green thunder and the loud, loud rain

The last leaves still clung to their boughs thanks to the valley’s uniquely shielded topography. The weather was less harsh and less unforgiving, here. Keiko attributed it to Hokkyokusei-sama’s, @Drust, presence. Truly, this was a Kami’s Eden.

The dutiful young shrine priestess, Miko, settled into a routine. Prayer in the morning and work in the afternoon. She had managed to assemble a humble shrine. The first of many, she hoped.

But the valley was vast and Keiko only became aware of visitors during her daily forage.

Two adults and a child. She approached them with an affable demeanor. Others had come to pay their respects to the great Okami of the valley!

“Irasshaimase!” she beckoned them politely.