Duskfire Glacier leave behind your troubles and your worries

small hunting ritual!

A procession of mountain sage and purple-blooming thyme swirled about the glacierside as Satori set the gathered flora in an imperfect ring, the horned shrine at its centre. The blessings given today would protect the soldiers of Darukaal in the upcoming hunts for oxen and for caribou. Or at least, that's what she told herself. The spirits may forgive her for indulging the warmongers, and Satori prayed they'd look upon her people in good humour when the hunt of a more...wolfish kind began.

Her voice invited those near to join her circle as she proceeded to call upon the Lord of the Wilds in a lilting melody.

"Buwes canti me, Cernunne, mā swimasū aresistasūrwe, mā buwū trebei pelleiwe, mā wextasū sounasūwe. Buwes nerton imon etic attios imos, toberās wissu togusū sentous wīrī etic wirālian cammanī esio exsobnācū."

Satori repeats it twice, once in the tongue of old forests, and once for the common ears. And, when the song comes to a close, she moves about those present, a sprig of sage clutched between her teeth as she blesses them one by one.