Weretoad and I went for a walk in the woods a moment ago. It’s very dark and frigid out. Snow blankets the forest and, because of the temperature, very little seemed to stir. I brought an apple as an offering. I prayed silently, asking/thanking the Spirits for their wisdom. Suddenly we heard inhuman shrieking in the distance. We stood and listened as a creature died.
Weretoad turned to me and said, “Someone isn’t having a good night.”
I thought for a moment, then said, “Someone is.”
Death is part of the forest and the carnivores need to eat too.
I’m thinking about going into the woods tomorrow while it is still light. I would like to see if I can figure out what screamed. Morbid, I know, but I am curious.
Author M. A. Phillips 