The Tangle the sacred smoke of juniper, and mugwort purifies the air

oh, she expressed, disheartened as the boy tossed his gifts aside— rushing towards them, him, as if to rescue them. then, buoyed by her sisters' questions, she loosed several of her own, her apple-green eyes shifting between the treasures and the wolf that made them with equal interest and curiosity.

yes, how do we wear them? witch asked, echoing druid. they are so lovely! i've never owned an amulet before. protection and renewal... how do they work? she believed they did, wholeheartedly, but had never experienced real magick before; only knew of it from stories. would you show me how you made them someday, sobo?

she paid no mind to the siblings' shared language— well, not no mind, for the she-wolf was endlessly curious... but she felt no offense, only wonder at the exotic words. and if she had picked up on sobo's upset, witch made no indication of it, only bolstered her efforts to make him feel seen and appreciated in her enthusiasm for his gifts.

my den in rivenwood is filled with treasure. i will be honored to add this gift. she told him, meeting his gaze and offering a friendly sweep of her gray tail.