Jade Fern Grove the lucky compass

She parts the hushed wood and like the bear-wolf it holds its tongue for an unnatural chilling silence. Electricity surges the air giving unintended rise to her pelt, and above her the granite sky darkens.

Suddenly there’s a clap overhead and the entire forest is at once illuminated in a terrifying colorless light! A guttural cry rips from her lips and she reels backwards, stumbling first into the stranger before spinning about frantically, desperately seeking somewhere to shelter.