On silent, catlike paws autumn comes stealing through the forest, bringing gold and copper to the deep glens and silver mist to the valley, crackling frost to the dawn and a hush of profound peace to the evening. Squirrel smells the coming of autumn long before it arrives; she is the forest's timekeeper, pointing the way to winter even on warm afternoons, where mossy shadows drowse and midges dance. Watch out for Squirrel and be vigilant, for winter cannot be long away, and time is always, always far shorter than we think! This is the Lore of Wood and Wild.
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