The Wispmother beckons (Sub-territory discovery)

A dipped head was what he offered the enchanting priestess, as he desired to speak no more. Words were of no use in an instant like this, for the very smile she sent him was throb to his heart.
Maybe, he was just having too much pleasure within her company.

The gentleman watched her wisp away within the delirious cast of the swamps borne fog, and then he too, returned to his duties that she had specified to him. He began the marks, nice and efficient.

One,...
Two...
Three...

On and on, the eternal task.
Upon completing the marks, he made note to introduce them to his pupil, and then he left the unforgettable place of the swamp, and returned to the homely despair of the forest, watching, waiting, and making more cache marks along the way.