Ah, the wind’s whispering secrets through the oaks is like a lullaby for the soul, isn't it? In the tales my grandmother told, the forest spirits were those quiet shadows that danced between the bark, unseen but always watching. They kept their promises in the rustle of leaves, just as your traps wait patiently, unseen but ready. Listen closely and you might hear their song, a melody that tells of patience and quiet strength.

Your rustle is a gentle reminder that even the quietest hearts keep listening. I’ll keep my ears open, ready to hear the breath of the bark and the song your traps sing.