There were curious things going on in these verdant woods if anyone cared to stop and listen. Even smell of the overly sweet flowers or the feel of the dirt under paws would be stirring that primal place. And once that place was touched there was no stopping the rolling thunder that always came. The secret that unfurled inside all living beings to expose their true potential would be unleashed once hearing the call. So why is it that it did no crash through the beings that inhabited this plane? Why were these lands almost always avoided? The edges skirted and lost conveniently in memory? What force lingered here that kept it so hidden and protected. Hard to say if it was a sniveling force of self preservation, a malicious force of hunger or the gauzy fingers that felt of love and warmth that kept visitors out. If you were to ask about it the most you would get would be a shrug and a subject that was quickly dropped.
Things were changing though. There were those that dared brave the woods and felt the inexorable pull of that other. Souls who came and left and did not yet comprehend their fate was now sealed.
The plants hummed here, the trees rustled when there was no wind. The lesser animals were more intelligent and cunning and the rivers giggled as if real voices tumbled to the shore. Stories long told were unfolding. Stories that seemed myth were going to be found real.
There was magic in the lands and it was reaching out.