Dain, Nature Guide chuckles long and heartily.

Dain, Nature Guide says, "Very well, then."

Together, Dain, Nature Guide and a graceful elfen healer tentatively hold a
flask filled with a smoky green fluid to the White Hart's lips, who drinks
heavily of the tonic.

The White Hart snorts and paws at the ground, finding renewed strength in the
contents of the elixir.

A graceful elfen healer gazes at the White Hart in awe.

With a glance back to the White Hart, a golden spirit cat sprints off to the
north.

With a loud roar, a spirit bear trudges off to the north, offering a single
concerned glance back to the White Hart.

With a flick of his tail, a spirit trout circles the White Hart three times,
before swimming off to the north.

Meeting the White Hart's gaze for but a moment, a majestic spirit stag leaps to
the north.

The White Hart lifts his head in a deafening bellow, before charging through a
silver rose bush, the blossoms glowing an effervescent silver and emerald hue
while the branches rise up, their thorns pricking and cutting into the hide of
the Great Spirit Hart.

Bleeding from several open gashes, the White Hart leaps upwards, piercing the
canopy as he rises into the skies beyond.

The glistening form of the White Hart leaps up from the canopy of the Serenwilde
Forest, his pale coat dripping with essence and blood, while the air palpates
with a deep bellow.

Racing across the canopy of the Serenwilde Forest, a golden spirit cat can be
seen, making its way from the southern portion of the forest to the northern
part, a feral roar echoing across the Basin of Life.

Leaping majestically through the canopy as though through water, the form of a
spirit trout glistens with ethereal water as its tail flicks about, allowing
elegant and quick movement through the treetops.

A deep, angry roar echoes across the Basin of Life, as the spiritual form of a
bear runs across the treetops, racing on all fours as he roars once more. Birds
of all sorts take flight from his path, taking to the skies.

The White Hart gallops across the skies above the Serenwilde Forest, bellowing a
deep, baritone cry as his blood and essence rain down upon the forest below,
which shimmers with an emerald vibrancy.

Staggering, the White Hart crosses the divide between the southern and northern
forests, his form sinking lower in the skies, growing weary.

A majestic spirit stag leaps up from the canopy of the Serenwilde, slowing his
pace as he comes alongside the Great Spirit.

Nudging the White Hart gently, the spirit stag locks eyes with the White Hart.
Wisps of energy surround the spirit stag as he slowly begins to fade away,
though the swirling cloud of his essence remains.

The White Hart lifts his head in a deep bellow, the cries of deer rising up from
across the Serenwilde Forest. With renewed vigour the White Hart charges
northwards, raining blood and essence down upon the northern Serenwilde Forest.

Rising high above the Northern Mountains the White Hart turns back, galloping
southwards as he sinks below the tree line.

A golden cat spirit leaps up over the Serenwilde Forest, joined by the arching
form of a spirit trout. Quickly thereafter the hulking form of a spirit bear
rises upwards, meeting the other three. Their eyes meet for a moment before
turning away, each dissipating into the winds.

The White Hart majestically enters from the north.

The White Hart paws at the ground gently, turning his amber gaze upon those
gathered.

The White Hart paws with his front hoof at an ethereal rose bush, before raking
it once with his antlers. The bush explodes in a flurry of emerald and silver
leaves and branches, which dissipate into the wind.

The White Hart turns his amber gaze northwards, before shaking his great antlers
about.

The White Hart turns to a graceful elfen healer and Dain, Nature Guide, dipping
his head slightly in respect.

With a flourish of his arm, Dain, Nature Guide bows deeply.

A graceful elfen healer bows deeply before the White Hart, a look of awe still
etched upon his face.

A graceful elfen healer exclaims, "I... I must tell Radella! Excuse me, excuse
me!"

An elfen healer wanders off to the north.

The White Hart turns his gaze northwards for a long moment.

The Basin of Life begins to quiver and shake, sending errant rock slides
skidding down the sides of the Northern Mountains and Avechna's Teeth. As the
movement ceases, the great sore upon Avechna's Peak spews out a grey cloud of
energy, before it too goes quiet.