Down in the forest, there is a tree.
What's left of one, anyway.
The Nemeton calls another supernatural creature to its town.
The blood that drips onto it forms a circle.
"It was kind of like a kid with a new toy. It wasn't complicated, it just wanted some excitement."
"I wouldn't trust it further than I could throw it, but it seemed to like her. That's something."
"We know we can summon now, right? Things are a lot better than they could be."
"What would be the most convenient way to summon you again? I assume you want that to happen soon, even if you don't want it now."
"I can draft a circle. Though know that we know summoning will categorically work, it would probably be irresponsible to not widely disseminate knowledge of safe practices."
"We'll need to convince hunters and other packs to help. Dr. Deaton, do you think you could get me that list?"
"We should probably teach my dad, he can spread it better than we can."
"We don't have to trust them, necessarily. That's what bindings are for."
Nod.
"What kind of things could go wrong? If you show us how to do it, they should be fine, but what kind of stuff would we be looking at?"
"Is repetition what they teach you at the police academy these days? I should help my dad with the lesson plan."
"Their ritual sacrifice left their souls permanently scarred. Although I wouldn't use the term souls, necessarily. Their minds are more vulnerable to outside influences."