On a lonely fire-blasted hill in northern Le'raana, there stands a tree. A tall, healthy, and strong white pine. It stands alone. Around it are the burned husks of hundreds of trees. They must have once covered the entire hillside in green needles, but now they stand dead and barren.
The tree stands alone, solitary in it's position. Of course, the tree isn't actually a tree. It's a dryad. Well, and a tree too. It's complicated. However the dryad was just as alone as the tree. Silent and unmoving, almost as if in hibernation.
Until something disturbed.
A change, in the feel of her hill. There was an intruder. Wood creaked and groaned, and pine needles, shrunk and re-formed. Slowly, laboriously, the tree changed into a human-like figure. Winova stretched her newly formed limbs, and the same creaking sound the came from the tree was audible in her joints.
Once she was limber enough to move once more, she set off down the hillside, intent on finding out who disturbed her sacred place. Whoever they were, they had to go. No one could be here. Not anymore. No one could.