Deepwood Weald tell me, how does it feel?

the place of moonstones was sacred to moonglow.

kuktuux had come to gather some of them. she would take them back to her altars, the ones set in different places around the spine.

cerne's gentle warning rung upon her ears.

but she was not alone in this forest. moonwoman lifted her head, watchful. a wrap cut down from red-squirrel pelt was around her shoulders, stark against her pale fur.