A large bear lumbers into the Tree Father’s grove. After snuffling at the ground, he flops down on his side in the patch of red flowers, apparently not in fear of attack. A small elven druidess slips from the shadow created by the center stone of the circle. She smiles at her protector.
“Silly little man,” she says, shaking her head. “Alright. You rest while I see if our old friend is in.”
Again slipping into the shadow of the stone.. wrapping it firmly about her.. the grove falls into silence except the soft snore-like wheezing of the bear and the wind in the trees.
A bit later, the great bear rolls back to his feet and wanders from the grove.