Blackfeather Woods primordial state of chaos

While the Listener busied herself with the cache, Mou was studying the altar. The shape of it, the size, it loomed but he did not feel afraid. Soon the boy was striding closer to it rather than to Relmyna, and as she unearthed the hare and offered it, he was distracted. There were a series of offerings splayed out along the altar and he was investigating them. Scattered bones; some dried herbs, some decorated with dried blood; mostly things he did not recognize, and a stone. It was small and smooth, as if it had come from a river. In the dim light he couldn't tell the color.

Relmyna was waiting. Mou turned sharply as if he had been prodded awake, snorting back a breath, and looked at her and then the offered meal. He did not feel hungry, but he trusted the gift and was starting to return to himself. He moseyed over and sniffed at the offered meat but didn't partake, not yet. His head turns and he looked over at the altar and the stone again, curious about it.