The lion, the stag, and the fawn.

[eev]

A warm, dim night upon Moxtli. Two magi clash to a spectacular display.
The nature of their meeting remains a mystery, yet rumors spread swiftly, however belated.

Rumors accompanied by dread alone.

                                "...he was with a child. The Warchief halted them both."

"...something about a story. The lion, the stag and the fawn."

"Something about leaving the young behind, escaping predator."                      

Limbs torn, crimson spilled upon grass.

The husk of a man free of life deposited to a running river.

A child ran the path downstream, desperately trying to catch it.

"Let this be a lesson."

"For I will show no mercy to those who act outside their nature."

The Warchief's address after the events remained vague to those unknowing.

Yet it was clear;
Moxtli held only the intent to fell the Dreadwoods.
Above all else.