Golden Glade Born of fire, bound to nothing

Mictec looked out towards the distance where she had once seen a ghostly shadow hidden in the fog that had blanketed the glade one evening. She was normally a skeptic but lately, far too many coincidences have made her begin to question many things.

"Mi abuela. She was the only one to ever see greatness in me, the one who took the time to teach me as much as she could about the old ways. She believed I was to be the salvation of the pack. I thought I was never going to get a chance to fulfill the wish she had for me, but by doing this, I think I am achieving something far more greater."

Mictec gestured for Aitana to follow her towards the largest tree surrounding the clearing whose roots could not be contained underground. The roots ran in horizontal stretches that trinkets could easily rest on. Though empty, there laid one peculiar rock, a stone with a reflective surface that was as black as her own pelt.

"Our Moonlit Trial had for us to trek up el volcán. At the top, we would find these stones, obsidian as they are called, and bring them back to show we had completed our trial. We would set our stones on our ofrenda so that on Dia de los Muertos, our dead can come visit us. I had tossed mine into the middle of the lake but before my exile, I took the one that belonged to my abuela."