Descripción
When the nights grew longer, and the air carried the crisp bite of winter's approach, the great Hunter's Moon rose, the Brightest moon of all. Kitsvara, the guardian of the smaller creatures who called the woods their home, would awake from her slumber, the most cunning of huntresses: a fox with fur the color of burning amber and eyes that shimmered with ancient wisdom.
With her keen mind and swift paws, she stood as a silent sentinel. The squirrels, busy with their caches of acorns; the rabbits, burrowing deeper for warmth; and the birds, fluffing their feathers in preparation for the coming cold. They worked tirelessly gathering the fruits of summer's labor, knowing that under Kitsvara's watchful eye, they were safe.
A time of abundance, but also a time of danger, for not all who entered the forest came with kindness in their hearts. Not all who entered the forest came with kindness in their hearts. Some sought to take what was not theirs, disrupting the harmony of the woods. When strangers wandered close, seeking to plunder the forest's treasures, she would lead them astray with cunning tricks, her glowing fur vanishing like a flame into the night.
When dawn broke and the brilliance of the Hunter's Moon began to fade, Kitsvara returned to her slumber, her amber form shimmering like the last ember of a dying fire. She would sleep, hidden from the world, until the moon called her again. But her presence lingered in the hearts of the forest creatures, a reminder of the balance and courage that the Hunter's Moon had bestowed.