God's Garden Altar

Corbie had set off to visit the packs in the southern continent, carrying samples of their goods, when the unexpected had occurred and she'd found herself in a strange bubble of autumn that had sprung up literally over night. She'd taken shelter from a storm and slept through the night, only to wake up in autumn. A strange statue had apparently sprung up as well, and rumors were flying. She'd remained camped there rather than immediately moving on to visit the packs to study the strange phenomena and decide what to do. Wolves had approached the altar and left decorations seemingly without issue, so she decided to make an offering of her sample before returning to the pack without visiting the other packs after all. She was concerned about what this strange occurrence would mean for the pack she'd left behind, so taking the time for a simple diplomatic trip no longer seemed to be the best choice.

Approaching the altar, she studied the statue's stone face in curiosity, then nodded to the odd rodentlike creatures before she carefully laid her offering before the altar. A well-tanned and supple sheepskin, the long wool soft and gray-black, she carefully smoothed it before turning to leave. She'd return home and make sure Avalon was all right. The diplomatic trip could wait.