Forest spirits

IT WAS GODDESS OF BEES AGAIN.

If she spared a moment to read Nectus' thoughts, she'd laugh. But she was more focused at another place at the same time.

A lone pillar mountain stood in the middle of an ordinary forest valley. There was nothing special about this place except its location. From here, someone could just barely see roofs of houses of the Krisha Village in the distance.

The human child was picking flowers and snails from the ground-forest with equal interest.

Above him, a crow called Woe flew in the sky. A squad of Beehounds in protective clothing sat on its back. Despite the strong and cold headwind, their sensitive antennae twitched, following the trail of smoke from human ovens.

"Down here, here! Land!" Sergeant Quietstep shouted, throwing a bait—a chunk of dried meat—toward the scent.