God's Garden Altar

Zephyr was uniquely thrilled by the sudden appearance of these strange statues and moreso by the weather effects surrounding them. His home (which was becoming cold and gross more by the day) had been immersed in a bubble of magical autumn, the wind still colder than he'd prefer but wildly preferable to rain and snow. All of it had come mysteriously around the same time his mother gave birth to her first litter of trueborn children - was this a happy omen? Zephyr sure seemed to think so.

He'd flown out to the nearest statue to observe, watching as wolves arrived to offer decorations and the tending familiars beckoned each forward in turn. The young avian did not pre-prepare anything to offer himself but did not want to miss his chance to help decorate. Rifling through his satchel, he pulled out one of the small trinkets he had helped to carve for his newborn siblings. It was a small simple wolf toy, but surely these stone puppies might enjoy it as much as live ones might? Stepping forward reverently, the raptor bowed his head and placed the toy between the forepaws of one of the carved children. With his decoration placed he bowed once more, and then headed back off toward the castle.

"Zephyr"