Raw meat.

Raw meat for the beasts within.

I laid it out where they gathered. Not the beasts that are, not the beasts that must be, but merely the potential, wrapped up in flimsy colorful wrappers. I must tear them off, you see, if the beasts within are to be unleashed.

And unleashed they must be, for the Woods are gathering their army. Every beast is another soldier in the war to come, the war against encroachers and builders, despoilers and plunderers.

I’ve heard the Woods calling to me, softly during the day, louder at night, clearest at dusk. So few can hear, fewer still can comprehend. I speak back when it can hear, wearing the darkness it loves and fears.

Raw meat.

Raw meat for the beasts within.

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