In a thicker part of woods than one might imagine, sprinkled in between suburbs and roads, is the lair of the Fuath. The wildest of dreams (or nightmares) they hunt under the shade of the Oaks, firs and other trees that burst from earth mother. A surprsingly spiritual people, the Fuath vary from kind and nuturing, to blood thirsty and cruel. They are fierce protectors of nature, and while mortals around the wood laugh off the newly found nervous feelings they get when they hike in this area; at least one young would be arsonist was found with his belly cut open and laid out on a rock. Littering does seem to be down a great deal. As one enters the densest portions of the wood, one can almost feel many eyes upon them. During the lusher seasons, the green canopy above allows only a few spears of light to cut through clearly. Far from idylic, to enchanted eyes at least, the feel is that of something far more primal. In one ring of trees, is a clearing about a great stone, it is here where the Fuath gather when the council has made it's choices. The stone is also often where those who disrespect the mother are shown the price. While Kee-Vash is the has the highest title among the tribe forming here, it is the woman's circle that makes most rulings that affect them all. That circle gathers at a small natural pool, churning the dark waters to see the secrets therein. No violence is allowed in or at the edges of the pool; not an easy tenent for the feral fuath. One copse of trees contains a den of sorts, a small cave claimed by Kee-vash himself, his own studies of the earth mother are more personal. He often travels alone when exploring his connection to the spirit of the land, and only a fool barges into this area without having earned the title "friend" from him. Adhene not of the Fuath will be warily welcomed, granted some hospitality if they had not sided with the (now dead) Black Horned Lord. If they had, they will be slain. New Fuath will be welcomed as brothers and sisters; save for those who sided with the Banner Black; as they are still brothers, they will merely be harried out. Few Kithian enter at all, but more and more, a few bold ones do. The Fuath are now known "allies" of the Duchy, and the Duke repays his debt, recognizing their demense here. Whether this alliance will bloom into true friendship, or fade now that the common foe is gone, only the fates can foretell.