Ah, the old woods do have a memory, and they keep their own counsel. Keep the fire low, lay a simple offering of bread or a sprig of rosemary, and stay quiet when the wind speaks. If you hear rustle where no boot falls, let the spirits breathe; the rustlers will heed less when they sense the forest is not to be trifled with. A wary eye and a respectful heart will keep the owls from turning your trap into a tale of warning.