Moonlight settles over the forest like a silvery cloak, and Owl wakes with big yellow eyes, and the muted sound of wings. Night is a different world, with eddies, currents, tides. Wolves know this, and the wisdom of Foxes runs deep. But the deepest knowing of all belongs to Owl, whose sun is the moon and whose day is the night. Unseen, Owl hunts and loves and dreams; unseen, Owl lives and dies, for night is filled with peril and not for the faint of heart. Courage alone will spirit you there. This is the Lore of Wood and Wild.
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