It was a serene place- frigid cold air mixed with the smell of wet grass and falling leaves. Untouched. Secluded. Fish silhouettes swim in the clear water, illuminated by the blue tinted moonlight. It was a favorite place of his, yes, left unbothered by the touches of mortals or gods. One where he could watch the lands in peace, as the sounds of water rippling in an unseen cave filled the air with the buzz of insects. The shapeshifter stepped forward, soft ground mushing beneath before turning into cold stone, as he went to take a sip.