A wind blew heavily for a moment across the clearing and Markus hair went along with it the ends of each lock dancing in the breeze. He raised his head at the acknowledgement and after a short moment of silence that seemed to last forever he spoke. “I see you there. What has brought you to such a sacred land of ancestors and spirits? Do you see me with open eyes, son of man?” His legs started moving as he walked through the snow though it slowed his steps a tad the cold seemed to bother him none as he gave little attention to the kin around him. He moved to within about thirty meters before stopping again and spread his arms out wide.

“There are nothing, but secrets here to be beholden only by those of worthy blood. Do you seek to find answers? Have you come for a blessing or curse?” Only three different kind of people could possibly know these words, werewolves, human mates, or hunters. He knew by the shield on this man’s back that he was surely no ones mate, and he did not smell like a wolf or the child of one. “If it is no to these questions then surely why do you invade such grounds with your tainted feet?”