The birds seemed to perhaps sense that it was best not to try it. While animals were animals, and sufficient hunger could perhaps overpower a fear of the divine, it seemed as if they were not quite hungry enough to push their luck.

Flora watched as the meat rolled over the flames. She leaned somewhat closer, saying little, but it was rather obvious how she felt even before her stomach growled again.

The scent of the meat was rather gamey, as it cooked over the flame, but hardly unpleasant. It resembled the flesh of a mammal rather then a bird, though it was difficult to tell just what sort of creature it was. Still, it was likely that it would at least be filling if nothing else.

When the meat was ready to be served, however, something far more unusual then the animals both visible and not that were observing them seemed to emanate from the depths of the forest.

[i]who[/i]

It was a voice that seemed to approach from everywhere at once, and yet at the same time had no clear source

[i]divine scent hunters killers who[/i]

A presence, one somewhat familiar to the assembled, revived deities, could be detected. A spirit of the world, an entity below the divine and yet quite powerful in its own right.

It must have been attached to the forest.

[i]divine scent, why are you?[/i]

As it spoke, its speech patterns seemed to become more coherent, as if it was long unused to talking.

[i]divine scent, why are you here? why do you kill? time has passed, so long, and yet you come here and kill? tell us. tell nakri why[/i]

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