God's Garden Altar

What she'd had to bring this statue last time had seemed quite fitting, but what she'd come up with this time felt more symbolic somehow. She'd reunited with a wolf that had left quite a lasting impression on her and after bringing up these strange altars that had appeared, and what she thought they symbolized, she knew exactly what she'd had to do - and Víðarr had agreed. After taking some time to consider what she was bringing, she held back as other wolves filtered in and left their offerings, only approaching with hers when she felt the time was opportune.

It was a simple piece of animal hide, dried and aged, with a healthy spattering of blood painted across it in two perpendicular lines. One was her own blood, carefully drawn, and the other her friend Víðarr's. "This - a symbol of life," she spoke quietly, words meant only for the altar and its familiars to hear. There was little she felt she could give to a symbol of the Mother of life herself other than something that represented what made her heart keep on beating. "And a symbol of gratitude. For all you have given me."