Sun Mote Copse kyrie, fons bonitatis

slides on in here, since i wanted to grab a thread with Eshamun anyway. hope that's cool with you!

It was a pleasant place, this wood. Ragna contemplated its borders as she skirted them, her curiosity keeping her close while her instinct kept her from drawing too close. The sun cast shifting silhouettes upon the leaf litter floor, muted shapes that danced with every flutter of every leaf. Ragna couldn't imagine the kind of wolf that called this place home, accustomed as she was to hard-bitten wolves of the coast, but she thought that she wanted to know.

The idea that someone here might also know the whereabouts of her brothers settled the matter. In a brief howl she called for any denizen of this nascent pack who might speak with her.