God's Garden Altar

Ichor had found himself in Auster when the storm had broken out but he'd had the good sense to stay away from it... At first. He was nothing if not a curious wolf and when he'd realized that the whole damn place was hopping with life, and warmer than the rest of the continent somehow? Ichor was not always the most observant wolf and he'd failed to realize the tell-tale signs of autumn. Voices called out, telling others of helping to decorate the altar? Ichor's view of whatever they were talking about was basically none, the explosion of growth kept it hidden from him, sometimes he wished he was taller... Still sounded like a good time, but he didn't have anything to decorate with? Okay no that wasn't totally true, quickly the young Klein bound away from the commotion and returned only shortly after with his prize, he'd stashed it a few days ago.

Then he just followed the voices, finally seeing the altar in question and his eyes growing wide as he looked at the statue. He moved towards the altar and spotted one of the little rodent-like creatures gesturing him to step up and Ichor couldn't help but feel a little... Embarrassed. He put his little prize down on the left side of the statue... What had that other one called themselves? A tailless tenrec? Well except this one wasn't alive anymore... He couldn't remember it talking when he'd caught it a day or two ago either. "So uh, I'm sorry about that I uh, I didn't realize..." He said awkwardly and made a quick retreat.

"Ichor Klein"