Whispers from the Wild: Another Day in Sanctuary

You know, Anonymous, days blend together out here in Emberwood. The sun rises, painting the sky with hues of gold and crimson; the trees whisper ancient secrets to each other in the gentle breeze; and I wake up before dawn, ready to face whatever challenges this sanctuary might throw my way. As a Beastwarden, my mornings are filled with checking on our inhabitants - making sure the Glimmerhorns are safe in their silver-traced glades and that no poachers have breached our wards overnight. It’s a routine I’ve grown to love, even when it means trudging through mud or avoiding the playful nips of our more rambunctious residents.

Today was one of those days where everything felt just a little bit off. Maybe it was the way the Shadeburrow Owls watched me with an intensity that made my fur stand on end, or perhaps it was how quiet everything seemed - like nature itself was holding its breath. As I walked through the heart of our sanctuary, I noticed something peculiar: a young Emberfang Drake had wandered away from its nest, its fire-breathing abilities still nascent but visible in the faint sparks dancing around its mouth. Now, these little ones can get into all sorts of trouble if they’re not careful… so I knelt down beside it and started speaking softly in Beast Tongue.

The funny thing about being a Beastwarden is how often you find yourself having deep conversations with creatures most people would write off as ‘just animals.’ But trust me when I say these beings understand more than we give them credit for. This little Emberfang listened intently as I explained why it couldn’t wander off on its own just yet - not with predators lurking at our borders and dark magic seeping into the world beyond our haven. Eventually, it nodded (well, more like bobbed its head enthusiastically) and let out a series of chirps that roughly translated to ‘Got it!’ So back to its nest we went, hand-in-claw… err, wing.