Things had to happen frequently to both draw her attention and to be of note to the jungle spirit. It wasn't like she noted every change in the small path that picked its way through her territory. Nature was change. Trees fell, animals died, and the people that prayed to her had such short lives. She knew them by their family name. How they felt when they came to her shrine. Familiar scents and feelings that she recognized over the course of generations.
So, when something new moved in the area, Lupuna didn't think anything of it at first. New things were fleeting and few. Sometimes travelers would stay at her shrine a night or two. Campers would sit near one of her many lakes or rivers. Sometimes even monsters roamed into her territory, but the passage of time or a well-meaning hunter would put an end to that.
Except this visitor didn't go away. Set up in one of the old temples and drew the attention of the people, who eventually started leaving him gifts. Lupuna couldn't understand why. They were familiar people to her. Families she'd felt for centuries. Generations. They'd not forgotten about her, mind, but they seemed drawn to this new... thing.
In turn, Lupuna was. Anything that drew such notice should surely be investigated.
The jungle spirit didn't sense any sort of animosity or dark intent. This wasn't something that needed to be exercised from her territory... So, while fat rain drops pattered across the jungle canopy and on the run down temple stones, she picked her way through the thick underbrush. Approaching from a different angle than the small path that had been made from those seeking to make offerings. She wanted to see who, or what, it was for herself. While Lupuna could just... appear in the temple... the spirit had learned over her very long, long life that others didn't take so kindly to her just appearing next to them.
Besides, it was far more in her nature to observe, first, before she approached.
So, when something new moved in the area, Lupuna didn't think anything of it at first. New things were fleeting and few. Sometimes travelers would stay at her shrine a night or two. Campers would sit near one of her many lakes or rivers. Sometimes even monsters roamed into her territory, but the passage of time or a well-meaning hunter would put an end to that.
Except this visitor didn't go away. Set up in one of the old temples and drew the attention of the people, who eventually started leaving him gifts. Lupuna couldn't understand why. They were familiar people to her. Families she'd felt for centuries. Generations. They'd not forgotten about her, mind, but they seemed drawn to this new... thing.
In turn, Lupuna was. Anything that drew such notice should surely be investigated.
The jungle spirit didn't sense any sort of animosity or dark intent. This wasn't something that needed to be exercised from her territory... So, while fat rain drops pattered across the jungle canopy and on the run down temple stones, she picked her way through the thick underbrush. Approaching from a different angle than the small path that had been made from those seeking to make offerings. She wanted to see who, or what, it was for herself. While Lupuna could just... appear in the temple... the spirit had learned over her very long, long life that others didn't take so kindly to her just appearing next to them.
Besides, it was far more in her nature to observe, first, before she approached.