Bearclaw Valley hareta sōgen

Keiko was particular in her plant-culling. She pulled old stalks of fescus grass and bitterroot from the rocks and trees but left the lush green moss and native violet. Every remaining flora was artfully placed to balance the shrine’s design.

The pale fur on her forehead became hot and damp with effort, yet it was satisfying work.

She heard Hokkyokusei-sama venture over to inspect his priestess’ craft.

Keiko greeted the Ookami with a bow. “Ohayō Gozaimasu,” she said politely… but an undertone of excitement permeated her voice. She had a surprise to show him!

The Miko excused herself momentarily and returned with a small sapling of Mountain Laurel, root-ball and all, she had propagated herself. Its evergreen leaves were like the Akai Ki tree of the shrine – a sign of the Gods. A single bunch of pale white, geometric-shaped flowers had started to bloom.

=“I grew this for you, great deity,”= she explained. Keiko gestured with a paw, first, upon her breast. =“As a symbol of my devotion as your eternal servant and your everlasting greatness.”=

She took a step back and regarded the shrine. =“Where would you like it to grow?"= she asked with a smile.