When Minka stepped into the grove the silence seemed heavy, suffocating, it was just past sundown and the weather was just below freezing. The silence seemed deafening, so quiet that the lack of noise seemed to almost become a noise within itself, though there was plenty of signs of wildlife around the grove. Minka has never seen an area quite like this before and she stopped in her tracks, looking around in awe at her surroundings. As a pup they had heard stories from their den mother about places like these, places where nature seemed to be personified and at her most powerful. The she wolf could remember clearly the story that had been told.
A yearling who had prayed to the earth in a grove and the earth answered his prayers, but the yearling grew drunk off the power. The young one had began to crave for more power, he had become greedy, he wanted to become more powerful tan earth herself. Instead of bringing small fresh game and letting the grove drink from the warm blood as he had been taught to do, he brought rotting corpses and he began to poison the earth. In the end the wolf had died, he had not thought that if the earth were poisoned so would be all the wildlife, he drank from a poisoned stream and died.
The story has terrified her as a pup, because she had taken it seriously, and she had been afraid to drink from streams for weeks, but now she realized the moral of the story. Even so, she wanted to leave a present for the earth, a present of small fresh game, and she began to take scents, he muzzle raised and eyes closed.