ELRETH
Running through the trees in beast form was thrilling and a good way to burn off nervous energy, but the world had already spun so far out of control, that Elreth soon found she didn't want to continue fighting, and came back to herself. She hadn't really paid attention to where she was running, but her beast had instinctively headed towards the weeping tree. It was her favorite spot, and the only place she was almost guaranteed privacy.
While all the other great trees in the forest were of the usual variety—trunks wide enough to build a house inside, branches that spread low and parallel to the ground, all the leaves pointing up towards the sky—the Weeping Tree was different.
