Allendrois was about to ditch the place when he felt a strange wind, and heard the hurried whispering of the forest's inhabitants below. 

[i]"Smell him? Here he comes."

"Oh, its the wind kid."

"He can be a nuisance, with  all that sudden wind."

"Damn, got sand in my eye."

"Hey, is that the spirit package?"

"I wanna watch, come on."

"Hurry, hurry!"

"Hush now..."[/i]

There was a spirit package?

Curious, and with a trace of hope so miniscule even he wasn't  fully aware of,  Allendrois sat back and and watched in the direction the wind was coming from. It wasn't long that he saw someone walking down the path. His ire was almost about to be risen, but the wind cut out suddenly and he watched as the male started sweeping silently, and with some form of precision and practice. His little ferret hackles were at rest as he watched the entire ceremony and offering be played out, and was relaxed by the humming. For a single moment, he was actually happy. 

But this moment could not last. The ferret spirit was faced with an important choice. Did he answer? If he answered, the truth would be found. This would probably change their world views. They might start actually seeking out his kind, or expecting things from him. On the other hand, time was running out. This shrine was by far the best he'd seen, in terms of having been taken care of. He groaned a little ferret groan. He might not end up being worthy, but Allendrois had to try to get someone to help.

He skittered down the tree and sat at the base of it, before humming back in answer to him. It was meant to be short and meaningful, just a quick answer back was all they had needed in the past after all. Once he was done, he ran over to the package, fully intending to sit on it and give the young man a good look over. The young wind child might be the key to the future of his kind, after all.