Melinoe spent the next few days keeping herself busy in the forest. She had given herself the role of creature keeper. She would check on all the forest animals, find out if any were being brutally hunted down for sport. Then, she would exact revenge in simple ways: making sure a root tangled with the hunter’s feet was one of the safest methods and the one that did not haunt her conscience as much. It usually worked. It was a warning, and most hunters knew the rules.
There were some things that she had no control of. Men needed food and would hunt for deer, boar, rabbit, and other game. All that she could do was make sure they did not take too much.
The shifters also had a circle of protection. They knew when not to shift, while others had no control over it because they were governed
