Spirit of the present

A thin veil of morning mist drifted through the sacred woods. Silver eyes danced between each blanched tree trunk, taking note of the ivory vines weaving around the beautiful, fascinating trees. Bright Moon had never seen anything like this place before. The trees looked like giant bones of an ancient creature, half-buried into the ground. She wasn't sure how she had ended up here, but what an interesting place indeed. Dainty, ebony paws carried the slender female carefully through the woods, padding along slowly so as to not miss any of the scenery, nor run into anything unexpected. The further she made her way into the woods, the more at peace she felt; the strange forest was quiet, with only the soft sound of birdsong from high above in the treetops.

The woman's black-tipped tail flitted with curiosity as she came to a large ring of marked stones. They looked unnatural, like some other-worldly force had placed the stones purposely. Even more intriguing was the lightly glowing spring in the middle of it all. Her pace slowed even more, and she tried not to make a sound, as though she might awaken sleeping spirits. She approached the edge of the pool, placing her paws carefully so that she could lean down and look into the clear, glowing water. Below, she could see fish gliding through the water, the glow of the water lighting up around their tail fins. The she-wolf couldn't help but to smile just slightly, sitting back as she took in her surroundings - what a gorgeous place she was glad to have stumbled upon today.